The most surreal/bizarre topic of conversation today: Is Liz Hurley subconsciously dressing her son Damien to look like a miniature version of Hugh Grant, complete with floppy hair and English country gentleman clothes?
Unanimous verdict from me and the other three girls discussing this: Yes, totally.
It’s not right, but, let’s face it, when you’re married to Arun Whatsisface, what else are you going to do for fun?
Anyhoo. Today was mildly dull but got more exciting as the night wore on. I met my friends Jen and AB for drinks (specifically, prosecco), in honour of AB’s AMAZING new job as Editor of a Top Selling Celebrity Weekly (and also to discuss mouse strategies with Jen) and to be honest, the prosecco has only just stopped flowing.
We basically decided between us that AB will be the gateway to FANTASTIC magazine jobs in Manhattan for all three of us within 18 months (as she will either a) launch a US version of the mag she’s editing in New York, b) lauch a version of some other amazing UK weekly celeb mag in New York, or c) through the sheer force of her amazing personality get both me and Jen jobs somewhere that isn’t a Denny’s but could actually be on an actual publication like US Weekly, People, or, er, Cross Stitch Monthly, and we will all live happily ever after).
We were just getting into our stride (and mentally moving in to our loft apartments in the East Village) when Jen had to leave to discuss mouse-killing techniques with the other leaseholders in her flat and left AB and I to order yet more prosecco from the dangerously sexy 22 year old Aussie barman.
Now, I’m no slouch when it comes to younger men. (Actually, that’s a bit of a lie, large quantities of alcohol have to be involved, but the last time that happened I did snog a 19 year old Brazilian in a nightclub in Brighton). But this time I felt it best to let our barman do what he does best: serve the drinks, take payment for the drinks, and clear up the glasses used for the drinks. And that way we all got home in one piece. I think. I’ll reread this tomorrow morning. Hopefully it will make way more sense then…
