We were in the park. Eldest Son saw a woman in Middle Eastern dress: a long robe, her head covered (though her face visible). He turned to us and asked “Is that Mary?” – as in The Madonna. Perfect.
Archive for September, 2008
A Question of Theology
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Eldest Son, Family on September 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A Landmark Night
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Good Friend in PR, Soho House, The Landmark on September 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I saw Good Friend in PR for dinner, just the two of us. It wasn’t really a question of “catching up” – we’d been through each others’ news a number of times, and so this was more about spending some time together and – to use a proprietary phrase – “gadding”. Conversation ranged from his [...]
A Town For Shopping
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Acclaimed Photographer Friend, Good Friend in PR, Shopping, Soho House, Wife on September 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We went to a TOWN OF SHOPS. A whole TOWN. Of SHOPS. This is Wife’s idea of town planning, and my idea of hell. I don’t mean that typical male cliche of “I can’t stand shopping, me” – but let me put the facts before you. We arrived (on a coach, which was something of [...]
“Sometimes, You’ve Got To Wear The Rabbit Suit.”
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 60 Thompson, Acclaimed Photographer Friend, Good Friend in PR, Matsuri, Soho House, Wife on September 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Wife and I saw a lot of Good Friend in PR this trip. New York is currently is home (although I am doing what I can to change that, considering teaming up with Events Company Chairwoman to form a powerful lobby that will force his repatriation to W4) and now that he works for himself [...]
Breaking Her Go-Go Duck
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Acclaimed Photographer Friend, Go-Go Dancers, The London, Virgin Atlantic, Wife on September 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
After a thorough briefing from Good Friend in PR (whose knowledge of aviation and airline admin is, quite frankly, freakishly exhaustive), Wife and I bagged ourselves exit row seats for the flight over to New York (this is after some fairly lengthy dicking about with Virgin Atlantic, whose absolute uselessness and terrible customer service seems [...]
