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He Deserved It

Sunday, forgot to tell you,  chatted with Lady Rizo.  I love her so much.  The call lasted all the way from West Hollywood to the PCH…giggling and analysing.

Spent the larger part of this morning in bed skyping with Tim Willis whose book about Nigel Dempster hits the shelves today in the UK.

Dempster was an old-fashioned gossip columnist who worked for the Daily Mail and the satirical rag Private Eye.

When I was a small boy living in Stanley Road, Whitstable I used to just love reading his column.  A window into another altogether more exciting world.  A world with which my Mother was very familiar from her days working as a waitress in the Carlton Club.

I was secretly shocked and delighted by his salacious Royal gossip.  Dempster’s code name for the Queen when he wrote about her in Private Eye: Brenda.

I think more than anyone it was he who inspired prepubescent me to search out the fun-loving aristocrat and the demi-monde.  I alluded to him at the beginning of my film AKA.

Years later he wrote about me unfavourably after I was caught pretending to be ‘one of them’.

Nigel Dempster and the Death of Discretion published by Short Books.  Buy it.

Today I am strangely at peace with myself.  It’s been this way more often than not these past few days.  I have no idea why.  I guess because I am no longer in love.  No longer pining.  No longer focused on another.  I am listening to Copeland, majestic strings elevating the view, the moment..this life!

Two good friends called for advice.  Isn’t that strange?  I can help others when I tend not to be able to help myself.

Now that my fantasy of loving another has been safely stowed in the overhead compartment or under the seat in front of me I can concentrate on what I do best.  Dreaming.  The dream of love is so much better than the reality.  Good God it is so exhausting being in love.  So consuming.  Being in hate can be just as tiring.  Thankfully I am neither.

I have named the lil maggot on my ball.  A pain in the balls.  I have a picture of my tumor.  I will put it up when I can.

6 replies on “He Deserved It”

Love sucks for sure. I cried myself to sleep this weekend for a broken heart. Love sucks.

Duncan,
you are an extremely intelligent man but a bloody fool and have learned nothing.
You are calling your tumor ‘Jake”. Don’t you realise its there because of the bitterness inside you and what a really horrible thing to name a cancer after a young man. Shame on you. Rename the tumor ‘Angel’ and it will heal. Naming it ‘Jake” prolongs the agony. I don’t think this amusing at all and anyone who panders to you and laughs and agrees with you are just sucking up to your arse for some reason or another. Horrible

Jenny

You are so right about the reality of love. I once pined away and cried myself to sleep over someone for months only to meet him 3 years on and think WTF? He kissed me and I felt…..nothing.I took great pleasure telling him that too.

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