Post #14: The One

After spending the better part of the last week in a haze of champagne as one of my oldest friends Olivia celebrated her engagement to Stuart at this amazing venue, I'm now pondering this crap about The One.

Olivia's been calling Stu her 'One and Only' since they met years ago at Pembroke. Personally, I think she's wasted some of the best years of her life and should have at least played around a little more in her twenties before settling down, but hell, life would be dull if we all did the same things.

Do I believe in The One? You are kidding, right?

I thought I did years ago when... let's not get into that, okay? It didn't work out and there's all the proof I need that if the universe meant for you to be with only one person then you wouldn't connect on such a deep level only to go off in different directions.

Have I found anyone else I had that deep a connection with since? No, but the ongoing search for another connection like that has been one hell of a ride, and I've had some amazing fun, and met some incredible people along the way. And the sex has yet to get boring.

But what do you think? Is there one special person out there meant for each of us, or do we randomly connect with people at certain times in our lives and some last and some don't?

For Liv and Stu, I really hope this works out for you guys. Thanks for the opportunity to drink copious amounts of imported champagne, and I look forward to what will no doubt be The Wedding of Summer 2015. I love you guys.

Post #12: Tangled Book Review

What does a girl do when she's no longer having rampant, regular sex with a wild Argentinian? She curls up in bed with a bottle of French red and a good book, in this case Emma Chase's Tangled. Scrap good book. This book was what the Americans would call "friggin' awesome".

If you haven't already read Tangled, then you should. It's funny, hot, and best of all, it's written entirely from a snarky man's point of view.

I might have loved it a little more though if the book's hero didn't remind me quite so much of my little brother. They even live in the same city. Change his nationality and his profession, and Drew Evans could be my player petit frère. And there's the fact that my little brother is NOT going to be settling down any time soon. As he'd be the first to tell you, his life is "freaking perfect" just the way it is.

So for the purposes of this blog, I'll be calling my little brother 'Drew' from now on.

My favourite quote from the book? Hard to pick one, but I'll go with:

"Her warm, soft hand slides perfectly into mine, and two thoughts enter my head simultaneously.

The first is: God hates me. The second is: I have been a naughty, naughty boy for most of my life, and this is my payback. And you know what they say about payback, right?

Yep. She's one hairy bitch."

Post #7: Book Review - High

Thank God. A quiet weekend at last. (Aside from the Katy Perry concert at the O2 on Friday night. Yes, I'm a fan. Don't mock me.)

Today I finished reading High by Zara Cox and she's just shot up to the top of my favourite authors' list. Who would have thought that an erotica that doesn't have sex for probably the first quarter would be able to hold me so gripped?

The sexual tension between these characters is so hot, hot, hot that quite frankly the book doesn't need sex to be one of the most erotic books I've read. The scene in the airport where Zachary pats Bethany down is incredibly intense, and it just keeps getting better from there.

I bought the book on my Kindle. You can find it here: Amazon UK.

This is the first in the Indigo Lounge series, and there's another book out, Higher. Bring it on!

Post #4: About Me

The girls (aka The Cuplrits) tell me I can't gossip about them until I've told you about me first. So here are twelve completely random facts about me.

1. My father's French, my mother's English. Gallic charm vs English stoicism - not a pretty mix.
2. I have a boring older brother who's in training to take over the family business, and a fun younger brother who now lives in new York. Both of them dutifully followed my father to the Sorbonne. I am the only disappointment who didn't go along with The Plan.
3. I was thrown out of two schools in France before they finally moved me to an English boarding school. Best. Decision. Ever. That's where I met my BFFs Sophie and Olivia.
4. I'm still in love with my First Love. (He wasn't my First, though!) He just doesn't know it, and I haven't seen him in years.
5. I work in PR. Even I don't know what that means. But it's fun and I seldom get bored.
6. I'm a Gemini, and I share a birthday with Lenny Kravitz.
7. My favourite food is veal ragoût, like my Grandmaman makes. Followed by a classic lemon soufflé.
8. My favourite drink is... champagne, a good Bordeaux, a Pimms in summertime, cocktails, a decent craft beer... hell, as long as it contains alcohol, I'm happy.
9. I hate exercise. But I do (occasionally) use the gym equipment we have at home, and do yoga classes because, well, one has to - and because The Culprits make me.
10. I'm not good with discipline of any sort, which is most likely why I don't like to exercise. I think it's a reaction to the fact that I did ballet for many years.
11. I like to read. A lot. It's kind of my guilty secret, since everyone thinks I'm such a party animal and they can't imagine me sitting still for so long. But I do.
12. Oh, and last Wednesday Sophie took me to see the the Sony World Photography Awards Exhibition. Yes, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here.

Post #1: The Dare

Yeah, yeah, I know that posting anything online when you've been drinking is a bad idea. But this doesn't count. This is a dare.

My friends (and you can thank the Easter chocolate that you still are!) tell me I'm useless at seeing things through. In fact, they seem quite adamant that I don't finish the things I start. Apparently I flit from idea to idea and project to project like a butterfly high on pollen (or whatever butterflies get high on).

So...this blog.

I am going to blog once a week, every week, for the next 52 weeks. That's one year for the numerically challenged.

And if I do it, there's a bottle of Krug in my future. And not just any Krug. The winner gets a bottle of Clos d’Ambonnay. Yes, please!

52 posts. That's do-able.

One life

Anyone who knows me knows I don't do newspapers. And unless it's to catch the results of the boat race (yesterday was a sad, sad day) I don't watch much television news either. There's enough misery in the world without dwelling on it.

Besides, I figure the important stuff will get through, and today it did. Today someone younger than me died tragically. Okay, so people die every day but this one touched me. Our lives may have been nothing alike, but she's someone I've met. Maybe not to talk to, but close enough to wave to during London Fashion Week.

About a year ago someone I worked with died suddenly. It was only after she was gone that I realised how little I knew her and how much I'd have liked to know her better.

Today just reminded me what I promised myself then: we only have one life to live, so let's damn well live it the best we can. Let's drink the vintage champagne, let's rock the party, let's hold nothing back.