Saturday 12th September 2009

The Gay Mother has given me a mine. Don’t worry, it just means hours closeted in offices made of cardboard with those strips hanging in the windows like lav paper while  chronically heterosexual lawyers and accountants explain the tax position and I crack open with boredom, to borrow a phrase from stunning novel A Case of Knives by Candia McWilliam.

And then their enormous bills.

I’d have thought they could run to a bit of Miu Miu on what they get. And a dramatic flower arrangement on a pillar.

They’re no fun at all. But I suppose that’s the point of them.

I’ve given the Gay Mother some Pan Forte di Siena (not sure about the ‘di’) in return for the mine.

My invitation has come to the Nicole Farhi Show next Sunday. It is said Anna Wintour will be there. And on Tuesday it’s the Wolseley with the Multis. So things are looking up.