I am at the wrong party. Well that’s not strictly true. . I am at the right party but I am wrong. You see my old school buddy J has thrown an outdoor afternoon party in London but the weather […]
Tinku or bust
The Tinku Gallery opening was lovely. Lights, flowers, smart people and erudite conversation. No, really! My friend, A looked very glamorous and elegant in a crafted little black number and just the right earrings. She had lent me a dress […]
Saturday night and Sunday morning
There was a woman in the pub toilet with a moustache. It was a huge black hairy one and behind it she was apparently Australian and called Audrey. At the same pub bar were women with legwarmers and spandex and […]