Wednesday 6th October 2010
I never told you about my birthday dinner at the Ivy. The bill had to be brought across the room in a wheelbarrow. The Photographer Multi gamma-rayed a social X-ray out of the bar area: his aim not just to occupy her table but to entirely re-locate it as well. Matt Driver said that an Audi A4 Avant TDI 2.o (143PDS) was for ‘ordinary people.’
The next day I had my birthday treat outing. I went to Bluewater Shopping Centre.
Never again! I thought it was meant to be a cut above. Clinton cards, yoghurt-covered nut stall – I don’t think so. Horrible dead cream hue as well and the whole thing lodged in a chalk pit. No sumptuous vistas.
I went, if you recall, for the opening of the +J collection by Jil Sander at Uniqlo. But I didn’t like it. I don’t really like Jil Sander, now I think of it. Too plain. And even plainer in dubious impure wool.
Rule of buying cheap clothes – they’ve got tend to the peculiar or extreme. Then the cheapness won’t show. Like my obscene miniature prep school cricket blazer from Topshop.
But at Zara I triumphed. I’m feeling completely confident about getting through until the January sales now.
My piercing insights into the season’s look: jackets are even shorter and more difficult than last year. They are nipped in, not an inch to move, absolutely figure-hugging. Trousers very tight. Waists still low, thank God. Edging still looking new. I also got a outdoor jacket with frogging suggested by zips. Cinched at the waist. £40 from Zara.
Suit from Zara £179
Cossack Jacket from Zara £40
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is that a wee wee stain down the right leg of the Zara trousers?
I knew you’d hate Bluewater! I almost warned against it but you seemed so insistent. Once, I had the misfortune of being asked to drum up some publicity for the place. I declined. As far as I could see, the only redeeming features were Joseph and free parking. And Joseph’s probably long gone.
Outdoors jacket EXACTLY the same design as a plum jalousie I cooked for Arjun Bose’s parents the other week. Though obviously without the arms.
Am revisiting the Ivy next week with an Ivy Club member who fancied doing something ‘a bit chavvy’ , ie dining DOWNSTAIRS with the general public, after cocktails upstairs. Very pleased with this reinterpretation of Noel Coward and Queen Mother in the east end.
I wonder how deep a member of the club this person is. Perhaps her membership is on a drinks-only basis. I think we should be told.
You must have burned your plums quite thoroughly. But certainly modes in food should chime in with tendencies in frockage. Frogging and narrow waists for tarts! Why hasn’t anyone thought of it before?
No, there is a Joseph but nothing in it. I’m so sorry I didn’t heed your warning. On other hand, the experience was enriching if never to be repeated.
Oh dear! I tried so hard with that graph. It was re-shot several times. The outfit is fresh from the shop unless deceitfully worn by one of the shop-girls and wee-ed in.