Having a blast here-so far away from the trials of Los Angeles. No car, no worries, just me and a small suitcase and whole lot of hope.
Now, deliciously, I also have a pair of pink and black leather shoes that only I and a handful of truly stylish, brave friends could wear.
Thank you Comme des Garçons, thank you Rei Kawakubo. Thank you style Gods.
How many of you look at charlieissocoollike on You Tube? Real name Charlie Mc Donnell. I love him-no, not like that. He’s only 19, fresh, funny and talented. My friend Mr S Fry made a charming end credit for him. I will write more about Mr Mc Donnall soon but do check out Charlie’s Duet with Myself.
Did I tell you that I had TERRIBLE food poisoning after our delicious lunch at The Standard Grill? The rabbit ragu served with the ‘home made’ pasta and chanterells did me in. I have not vomited for YEARS. I mean, hanging over the pan and violently chucking up the entire contents of my belly whilst simultaneously shitting my white comme des garcons under pants.
I love NYC.
I don’t expect much from life. I really don’t. But I get so little in LA. Like so many people I may end up being one of it’s finest victims but…I doubt it. I am heading east. I’ll tell you all sooner or later why.
The goat project has been put on hold until I have some more spare cash. The film I want to make is ready to be born so I will just make it. I may just be in it. I am all a quiver about making a new film. Can’t get it out of my head.
My friend Joan thinks that I am all over the place but that’s how it has always been-all over the place.
I tweeted today about being grateful. It’s easy to complain about life, then when it gets better forget to be grateful. I am sitting in a warm, well decorated room overlooking the Hudson River, my belly full and friends to see. What more could I want?
I am really glad that I came to the USA for as long as I have. I have learned so much from you people. Good and Bad.
More facts emerging from the Kristian Digby funeral fiasco. Kristian’s mad mother apparently very dismissive about KD at funeral to his visibly upset father. Friends and some family members and work colleagues unable to attend the funeral-asked to stay away. Real friends got together at tree in Torquay and buried box of memories. One friend reporting that Kristian’s coffin was dragged into church rather than carried respectfully. I will repeat my earlier assertions: Kristian’s mother is an insensitive hag who ruined great portions of her son’s life. The truth will out Mrs Digby.
Met some PR type gay in Soho House the other night. Single. attractive but after ten minutes of conversation..really ought to have stayed in the closet. BACK IN THE CLOSET for you young man. He told me I needed to filter what I was saying-we were talking about politics. What a fucking boooooar.
Finally, did I mention to you how much I loathe Sophie Dahl? How she went out of her way to ruin my experience of LA? That poor sweet crooner husband of hers will see straight through her conniving ways sooner or later. You can’t marry a woman 8 inches taller than you-why? Because you never get to look her directly in the eye.
There’s nothing more exhilarating that an unresolved resentment don’t you think? One day I will recount the entire sordid story for your delectation.
