It's pure arithmetic, don't ye know.
Yesterday was Madame's birthday. Well may she be French but man is she OLD. Old I tell you. Old and vieille as yesterday. I feel rather guilty being so young and jeune and sans souci but what can you do. At least she'll always have my friendship.
I chided a jetsetter acquaintance, let's just call her Sputnik, for forgetting Madam's birthday. I received a curiously unapologetic text:
given the life I've been leading it is amazing that I can remember my name.
Oh nsrs, what happened to courtesy, guilt and self-restraint?
A fortnight ago I saw Richard Neville, then last week i saw Jeannie Little. Hazard a guess which baby-boomer star from the Mike Walsh Show this week will bring. I was also fortunate to happen upon Geoffrey Robertson. He has a wonderful face, kind of like that of a nice crocodile. Both he and Dicky have marvellously luxuriant heads of hair.
Are people still down on the baby-boomers? I can't get enough of them.
Marbles lost and seediness set-in, a situation that is utterly win-win.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008