Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Post #2: The Culprits

The only reason I'm doing this blogging thing is to win a bet. So who are the cuplrits behind the bet, these so-called friends who think I can't stick with anything?

At uni we were the four musketeers and we're still pretty inseparable.

Olivia is the grown up. She goes to work with a briefcase, and is the only one of us who's settled down. Not quite domestic bliss (unless you're planning on popping the question anytime soon, Stu?) but they have a nice little apartment near Hampstead Heath and a dog. Doesn't get more domesticated than that.

Sophie, Amelia and I share a house in St John's Wood. Amelia's a fashion buyer for one of the more pretentious department stores in the Big Smoke, and Sophie's an artist (the bona fide kind who puts paint on canvasses for a living). Between us we get invites to pretty much every big event in London - fashion shows, art gallery cocktail parties, nightclub openings. Fun times!

So there you are, ladies. You want me to blog? [Cue evil laughter] Just wait until I dish all the dirt...

Monday, 21 April 2014

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.

Monday, 7 April 2014

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.