Daisy

Decent Proposal.

I'm exhausted.

I'm exhausted because I've spent the weekend with somebody else's friends. Now, don't get me wrong, you really would be hard pushed to meet a nicer group of people. Still, the effort of being charming to eleven people who you have only really met properly once of twice for three solid days has resulted in me looking and feeling like a use tea towel this morning.

It's been like the first weekend in your uni halls of residence.

You appear to be relaxing with a glass of wine and chatting but you are subliminally messaging to the group 'Hi, I'm Daisy... I'm FUN, and I'm SWEET and I DRINK like a FISH, I'm COOL and I'm PRETTY' (naturally of course - with the aid of chanel (yeah right))....and you are also saying 'I love your friend very much and I won't shit on him, but also I won't cling to him and ruin your fun. Yes, I know you saw him first but now we have great sex'. Yes, it was a good time, but certainly not relaxing.

By Monday, despite the beauty of the seaside and the tastiness of the BBQed fresh fish and marshmellows I had been so charming and sweet for 48 hours couldn't even think straight. Before midday I'd started on the wine... (oh be honest) it was before breakfast actually, still, the wine was pink and very very mild. Despite it practically being fruit juice I could tell that drinking it wasn't the best sign and it was thus very likely that I might start to unravel in front of the 'company', thus not displaying my pretty happy nice side, rather my sharp toothed wild eyed pirate girl side (please see picture in corner of blog).

I was contemplating this in the garden as I washed the wine down with sweet melon and fresh hot pain au chocolate and grew my freckles on a sunlounger when Jk suggested us taking yet another pretty walk on the beach. Apparently one of the remaining guests (a stunning Norwegian blonde) rather wanted to look at his beach hut.

I declined his offer as politely as possible with my mouth full and suggested that they should go without me as I had 'things to do'. After all, I reasoned, they looked pretty good together, and had serious things in common... like wanting to go for a walk to look at beach hut's.

As soon as they had gone I poured myself another large glass of wine, surrounded myself with the happy remains of the weekends feasting and a bag of pick and mix, wrapped myself in a blanket and watched Bridget Jones Diary. As I saluted singletons everywhere, I ate my bodyweight in penny sweets, alcohol, cigarettes (ops) and crisps.

I had forgotten just how much being single rocks sometimes.

4 Kommentare 1.6.04 12:59, Comment

Did you meet Jordan?

As I was watching Hell's Kitchen last night (eating a plate of less than impressive pasta) a diner was talking about a fish pie and my flatmate said:

'Isn't that your mate S?'

So it was - how weird. I hope his food was cooked properly and didn't have one of Jennifer Ellisons finger nails in it. I'll find out on Saturday I guess as I am heading to a ball on Park Lane with him, my family and Jk.

Star Fucker.

And finally, I woke up at 8.22 this morning and got to work for 9... I feel rather odd and a little bit shell shocked. 5 minutes from bed to front door is bad for my health!!

5 Kommentare 2.6.04 10:36, Comment

Is there anybody out there?

Many years ago, my ex boyfriends grandfather lived in Mauritius (as a native). He owned a tiny island just off the coast. That's all I know about this man, apart from the fact that his greatest hobby was using his radio to signal and speak to other people far far away.

He made a friend who lived in the Caribbean, also on a tiny island and they never met, but they would talk on their radios often to each other as the warm balmy evenings would draw to a close.

Sadly, many years later the man in the Caribbean eventually died and in his will he left the deeds to his tiny Caribbean island to his best friend, in Mauritius who he had never met.

...I think this is a lovely, charming little tale and I believe it to be true.

Now, because of the internet we can all communicate in the way. We can reach out behind our spreadsheets, or buggy's or library books and discover that there are people out there and they will help you with everything from picking a hair style to validating a one night stand.

It's nice isn't it? That's all. No moral (apart from perhaps, try to find a boyfriend who is heir to two islands - one just off Mauritius and one in the Caribbean!!).

8 Kommentare 2.6.04 15:19, Comment