Wednesday 27th March 2012

I’m rushing. With the green shoots of Spring I’m shopping again, I’m re-frocking. I see pearl grey for Aunt Lavinia’s 80th birthday lunch at Shoreditch House next week (her granddaughter, Cousin Barley, is on the Committee). A pearl grey suit. I’ve got to get started on the shops this afternoon if a purchase is to come forth by next week.

What will have hatched at Topman, Zara, Paul & Joe while my back’s been turned, since January in fact? Such pregnancy!

Last week I sat at the counter in Bocca di Lupo and had small plates with Joshua Baring, one of our youngest Poor Little Rich Gays. After, his friend, Patrick Lockyer, rebounded from a date (hadn’t looked like the picture: Hermes counter at H. Nicks; nice, not fancied), in a Topman coatlette and with complex hair. Patrick Lockyer is very coming, on the contracts side, v. lucrative, and just about the best shape ever seen. Springy and active. See a gazelle or roe deer changing its mind as to direction.

To his hair he is applying a keratin gel in a honey blond tint, and hair spray.