Tomorrow I am going to London to see my friend's exhibition. I haven't seen him in ages, 13 years or so. He has a very very clever, very beautiful girlfriend and a very very successful career in the arts as an agent and artist. I on the other hand have a fat arse and a bad hair-do.
I feel slightly nervous.
Try as I might I can't find an outfit that makes me look anything other than a thrity something My Chemical Romance fan or a aged hooker. My classy Dior eyeshadow set,that I got for Christmas, doesn't give me smoky, sexy eyes, it just makes me look like I have had a scrap with Ricky Hatton.
It seems that my pyjamas and Agent Provocateur fluffy mules are the least offensive things I own.......dear God and Elvis wish me luck.
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like two teenagers fighting in a duvet cover
2 comments:
A hunka hunka burnin'luck.
Thanks Geoff, turned out ok in the end although my funky boots gave me rotten blisters....drat drat and thrice drat.
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