Sitting high above Shoreditch listening to German film producers discuss the “Vest Village”.
A beautiful black girl is swimming in the pool.
I am drinking coffee, eating poached eggs and listening to Haydn’s cello concerto.
It is a beautifully gray London day. The bitterness has vanished, no longer raw…swept out of the city northward to snowy Scotland.
As per all of the subscribe requests. When I go private on the 21st I think you will be prompted by the site to apply etc. I’ve no idea…does anyone else know?
Last night student demonstrators separated the royal cars from their out riders and scared the poor Duchess of Cornwall. Good pictures on BBC website. Nasty old cow.
I have spent the past few days in Worcester with Tim and my God daughter Immy. Drove up North after a busy Wednesday in London. I had lunch with Edward (a new collectible) and Andrei my young friend who is currently studying political science at Cambridge. Andrei is not gay but has been voted his colleges GLBT representative. How is that for inclusive?
I met Andrei on a train when he was 17. Of course he wants to make film but has decided, very sensibly, to go to film school when he is 30-when he has something to say.
After our lunch we met Charlie in Soho who was very impressed with Andrei but not so with Edward who he had met three times before but Edward never remembered.
Edward flies to NYC today. Startlingly handsome, intelligent, elegantly dressed and really enjoying his young gay life.
Edward has just turned 24 years old.
He is being flown to NYC by a rich American he met briefly at a party last weekend.
Remember those days?
Thank you Freddy for doing the same when I was a little younger than Edward.
After lunch/tea I drove to Chelsea to be formally charged with Common Assault.
The kids who I had the screaming fit with this summer after Jake’s iPod went missing (he lost it in a drunken black out)…anyway, those kids refused to drop the charges so I will have to go to court and deal with it.
Any fine I may pay I will sue Jake for half of.
Sex Rehab is showing on British TV so I am beginning to have people come up to me here. It’s fun. Not as intimidating as I thought it might be.
Worcester is a pretty cathedral town in the Midlands. I am sure that it very pretty in the summer. Nowhere in England looks that good on a miserable wet winter evening. Had a great time with Tim. He seems to be getting on very well after his triple heart bypass.
Last night I met Edward for a quick drink in Soho and then manhunt date number 19 turns up. A BEAUTIFUL french man with green eyes. We quickly made our way to Shoreditch to his ex council apartment and fucked for a very long time. One of the better parts of my inheritance from Jake. My new-found ability to fuck.
We fucked and fucked and fucked.
I still think about Jake when I fuck.
We had a really amazing time. This morning he asked if I wanted to see him again. I said yes but I meant no. He knew what I meant.
Hospital on Tuesday morning. Not thinking about it. 9.45am.
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