First of all I should admit that thanks to a technical glitch I'm typing this from the Apple store on Regent St (looking and feeling like a total prat...) but no internet at home means a girl's gotta go afield. (It was here or Starbucks...)
As far as first weeks go it has been pretty fabulous - but I am like the walking dead now. We had a lecture yesterday on Mark Rothko - I think most of us were certifiably in raptures. It's like porn for art lovers. Day off today but heading to the Sotheby's preview of the Damien Hirst sale tonight. Now that will be interesting - and not just for the menagerie of animals in formaledhyde (someone not have a puppy as a child?....)
Not much else to tell at the moment - still a'house-hunting... god it's depressing. It's situations like this that make me wish I'd embraced the whole blind dating thing - because I don't think my plaintive wail of "pick me Pick MEEEE. Please?" is really working.
But speaking of dating (or thereabouts) have finally found a perk to peak hour morning travel - it's called "Welcome to Second-Base". Ahh for beautiful men in bespoke suits.
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