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Cigs: Entire contents of 3-bedroom house arrived from London. Sat amid ten years of memories crying and chain-smoking like a twat… Booze: …and drinking bad whiskey, orange flavored rum and bottles of screw top Merlot. Diet: Nicotine, alcohol – and nuts. Exercise: Unpacking and … Continue reading
Booze: Trying to persuade myself that sake is Macrobiotic. It is, right? Cigs: A friend left a packet behind. Keeping them in a drawer so I get-off on resisting temptation. Diet: Too much tofu definitely makes your boobs bigger. Exercise: … Continue reading
I’m in total agreement with photographer and cellist Nikolaj Lund. Traditional pictures of classical musicians are boring. I go to concerts at least once a week and on every visit I’m given a programme filled with virtuouso violinists (and others … Continue reading
Booze: um… Cigs: ? Carbs: ! Exercise: ?! Mantra: sigh… Reading Fifty Shades of Grey has rendered me speechless. So we’re going visual. This is a foot.
Two goliaths of the art world are currently on show at London’s Tate Modern: Yayoi Kusama, the prolific and troubled Japanese artist who found fame in New York in the 60s; and Damien Hirst, Brit Art’s formaldehyde-loving wunderkind. The Hirst gave me a … Continue reading
Cigs: 0 – not even tempted by electric cigarette – extremely silly. Booze: 1 – glass of organic white. Due to friend’s hen – tasted like the inside of a goats udder. Carbs: 7 avocados – one a day keeps … Continue reading
I have isshoes. Cigs: 1 – 2nd hand smoke – friend in crisis. Booze: 0 – but ate hash brownie by accident. It was a long night. Carbs: Had a contretemps with a potato. Exercise: Got giggles and ruptured core in … Continue reading
Why not? It’s the weekend and we’re inspired to cut a rug thanks to these awesome posters via the quaintly named Dancing Plague of 1518. Pulp Fiction is our favourite. Wha’ts yours?
Wow. The temps have plunged this week, which means that I love my eskimos even more than usual. It’s supposed to snow on the weekend in London, though I’d rather be back in The Alps. I’m not much of a … Continue reading