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Up and Down Re: Frieze Art Fayre After I Lunch In Maida Vale

Saturday 13th October 2012

I’ve been lurched and wrenched. The Photo Multi messages: he hates it. Lord Arrowby is definitely to give it a miss this year.

On Monday nothing would induce me: the struggle and effort of getting in for free just too much.

Then on Thursday I lunched remotely in Maida Vale with adorable Skippy Lancaster: he’s just undergone a classic total Poor Little Rich Gay re-furb: acres of carpet, three or four new bathrooms, furnishings, flooring to pour over (or is it ‘pore’?).

Skippy is cute but hunky, therefore one of the most adored Gays of all time, especially by the Earls’ Court Gays. He’d got Patrick Cox’s dogs. Patrick Cox, the shoeist. Skippy was dog-sitting Patrick Cox’s dogs. He showed photos of them from the newspaper. They were under the table at luncheon.

The other luncheon guest was a glamorous journalist who’d taken time off to write a novel. Guess what? She’d got her Press Pass for Frieze! She’d got it the day before and found herself spending an unplanned 4 hours there. Frieze Masters or Frieze Classics is the thing. Lucian Freud, Matisse – not just the absolute contemporaries. It’ an extra bit of Frieze at the back of the main Regent’s Park show we all know and love. Nobody there, either, except some greatnesses buying a Lucian.

Some Poor Little Rich Gays knew Lucian, you know. In fact they were painted by him. Oh yes! It’ll all come out in time.

So… back home… I find myself veering towards Frieze. I fire off some emails. Within 8 hours, I’m in. For free. As a scribbler and blogist, I’m to be admitted.

Now Lord Arrowby texts: he’s revolved and is going! The Multis are also possible.

Tomorrow, in outfits, we’ll be there!