muffer...ella
at midnight last night when i was ordering my dinner, i was so tired that when i was trying to say 'mozzerella' i stumbled on the word in my head and just said loudly, 'i would like MUFF...ur...'
the waitress didn't comment and presumably knew what i was talkling about as mozzerella and tomato arrived as a starter.
we will move to NY when z is 18.
true dat.
if the farm hasn't been swept away with the rising tides of globally warmed icebergs.
or maybe we'll just get an apartment here, an apartment in london and a shack on a tropical island some place (high).
have spent a busy day in the office, shopping and eating.
got a new hat to replace the one that ms.jones doesn't want to return (i stupidly left it in the studio after our shoot and she left with it)
i will send her the bill
got some sweet denim from g-star.
gotta new ring from alfred at 'c'est magnifique' to replace the one from tokyo i lost (ggrrrrrrr).
had breakfast at the havana cafe (steak and eggs: mmmmmm)
had lunch at 'the half king' washed down with magners (not proper cider: strongbow, but passable).
almost bought some absurd 'new rock' boots but resisted.
went to the cardboard cut-out, david la chapelle show: 'holy war' with fresh snatch by paris hilton.
twas a good day.
frances 'dried her hair' for 4 hours and had a 2hr barney with HSBC.
fortunately mark of the sherratt is here too and he is much more up for trecking round manhattan with one.
still no internet at the apartment.
skanking some slow speed wifi squashed right up against the window
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