I was informed you were dangerous and to only speak to you when chaperoned.
You know who coined the phrase Mad, Bad etc? Lady Caroline Lamb of course… about Byron! Although my fun friend… sadly departed Matilda, Duchess of Argyll thought the same of her predecessor, the even more glorious Margaret, Duchess of Argyll whose husband found Polaroids of her sucking a huge cock… naked but for a string of pearls. Frankly my dear… I would rather have been Margaret than Matilda.
She said once. “If you have to be a Duchess you may as well be the Duchess of Argyll.”
I loved my Duchess adventures in Edinburgh and The Highlands playing back gammon and drinking whiskey… even though she hated paying her gambling debts.
Tell me how brilliant that is? That Amanda was warned off of me? Most people are in no uncertain terms. It certainly separates the chaf from the corn. (The Chav from the Thorn)
The people who remain in my life are up for the adventure of knowing me. My new friend Ed, for instance, who I am spending tomorrow evening with… what a sweetheart. Of course there’s a long list of oafs who cannot bear the heat in the kitchen… more fool them.
When I left Joe he told the friends who remained my friends that they were ‘spineless’. I am PERFECTLY sure that I would do EXACTLY the same.
I am excited by my own life all over again. What adventure will I have next?
Amanda and Tim are once again breaking up… but the truth of the matter is that Amanda… poor old bird… can’t bear to be separated from Tim. I know THAT feeling. I hate to be separated from the man I love. I want to punish the fuck out of him… so now she’s upon FB slagging him off like an old fish wife.
I was never so lonely as the moment I left him.
Tim’s being very discreet but really!! These two star crossed lovers must decide what they want to do! I can’t be the sacrificial lamb every time they fetch out their AK 47‘s.
Amanda’s beef? Tim bought her a voucher for a ‘Garden Center‘ turns out that the ‘voucher’ is for her to buy something from the glorious Chelsea Physic Gardens a stone’s throw from her Cheyne Walk home. Now, I would love that as a gift. I don’t really care if Tim berates me behind my back. It’s his prerogative but the simple fact is… I don’t care! He’s in excellent company.
What’s been going on in FREEZING COLD Whitstable? Had breakfast at Windy Corner Stores. Wandered home along the beach. In the very short time it took me to get home something of a miracle happened…I began to inhabit my own skin once again. Every time I pray for something it is swiftly delivered. The only problem is… I don’t pray enough… because I’m frightened that the magic won’t work!
Typical Boxing Day… cold meats, TV, pickles, a trip to the pub.
Whitstable, my darling home town grounded me. Everything is going to be OK. This is where I have lived and I will die. The people who know me..know me. I am so happy here..even though it is not my current home there is always, and will always be room for me.
PS You’ll need more than a chaperone to keep safe around me.
Boxing Day 2010