Perfect Day Part 5

Late lunch in Yauatcha Soho, we had Dim Sum, tea and cakes. I ordered an infusion of Orange Pekong called 'Lovers Leap' and we shared 3 cakes, a praline, pear and gold leaf, a bright red raspberry and chocolate mouse, and a ginger and caramel coup. The food and cakes cost a fortune, everything else - priceless.

Perfect Day Part 4

A real friend would not buy you a pound and a half of Champagne Truffles 10 days before you were due to put a bikini on.  Gwyneth Paltrow wrote about 'frenemies' in an article where she appeared to be having a dig at Madonna. I know where she was coming from ...

Perfect Day Part 3

I got a new perfume, paid for partially by my only relative, the one I made for myself a number of years ago.  The English name of this scent is Chasing Butterflies. It smells of jasmine and orange blossom. I love it. Last year I bought a single note jasmine perfume from the same shop, I went back this year to find that it had been discontinued. The only thing you can rely upon these days is change.

Perfect Day Part 2

A lovely walk through the park with Stella. Birthday's are often times of reflection and I thought of Chilli as I walked around St James yesterday. For all the loss I have incurred my little dog is the only thing that brings tears to my eyes. This time last year she was starting to get really sick. Of course I also reflect on other things like how I can't afford to be this old, how I am sure I should have made money or achieved something by now. Then I thought perhaps the goal this time is to own very little, to come and go quietly  and gently leaving little trace of existence behind.

Perfect Day Part 1

Yesterday was my birthday, I decided on the whole that I did not want to make a fuss or have a dinner or generally engage with it too much. In the end the day unfolded rather well with very little input from me. I was invited to see David Hockney at The Royal Academy by a friend who had a press pass. We had to be there at 9.45 which seemed a little brutal but we made it. Really a fabulous show if you can bare the queuing that seems to have become obligatory at London's galleries this year. There were these amazing 9 camera films of the Yorkshire landscape - totally wonderful. 

This Is Not A Love Song

I just bought a ticket for The Ballad Of Genesis And Lady Jaye which is showing at The Gay & Lesbian Film Festival at the NFT (I won't bother dressing up ) on 26th March. I love this story, it makes me feel like maybe I do want to be in love with something other than a macaron after all.  It is also incredibly irritating that British cinema's do not seem to show too many interesting films these days. So many of the films I have wanted to see, especially art films or French films no longer open here. No wonder people download stuff.

The Harvest Moon

The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, 
 


Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,

A vast balloon, 


Till it takes off, and sinks upward 


To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon. 


The harvest moon has come

Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon. 


And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

So people can't sleep,

So they go out where elms and oak trees keep 

A kneeling vigil,in a religious hush.

The harvest moon has come!

Ted Hughes