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August 27, 2010 | Long Lost FriendTo my considerable excitement, Hong Kong based best friend Lucy is BACK IN THE COUNTRY FOR ONE WEEK ONLY. Due to a combination of sibling weddings and new arrivals selfishly eating up most of this time, we have only the precious window of lunch on Sunday, with the possible bonus of dinner on Monday night, [...]  August 26, 2010 | Old Flame‘I’ve found something you’re going to love!’ shouted Adina from upstairs when I came in from work yesterday. ‘Oooh, what? Is it cake?’ ‘No’ ‘Chocolate cake?’ ‘No’ ‘A secret tunnel leading from our flat to a cake factory?’ ‘No. Come upstairs’ August 24, 2010 | The WeddingThe day before I was due to fly out to Sam and Rob’s wedding I realised I had thought of everything – outfit, present, Isle of Man etiquette – except where I would actually be sleeping. Ted stepped in and gallantly offered me a patch of space in his tent, though I kept picturing Adina’s [...] August 19, 2010 | Isle of ManOnly a few days to go before Sam and Rob get hitched. The wedding is taking place on the Isle of Man, where the two grew up as best friends and neighbours, the Irish Sea’s answer to Dawson and Joey. In my version of their youth, they used to skip around holding hands singing Ellan Vannin, [...] August 16, 2010 | Margarita LocaThere’s been a flurry of internet dating among the men of late. I suspect this is motivated less by a search for The One and more by a panic at graduating from Q1: No Sex Quarterly Measuring System Q1 = 0-3 months = dating August 15, 2010 | Artistic DifferencesMy friend Rosa works for a modern art gallery in the heart of Soho, the sort of place where a charcoal of a penis will set you back a couple of thousand pounds and a resident artist paints with his own blood. I popped to her preview after work yesterday, where the spectrum of artwork [...] August 10, 2010 | HenIt was my first hen weekend. Though I’d witnessed a few at close range before; most memorably a woman in L-plates grabbing the bottom of a passing male in Covent Garden, egged on by the shrieking, cava-fuelled encouragement of her friends. The frightened man ran away, red-faced and swearing under his breath, while the bride-to-be [...] August 6, 2010 | House PartyArriving late to a house party is a dislocating experience, like turning on a film near the end and trying to work out what’s been going on. And if this was any film, it was somewhere between Planet of the Apes and one of those bad American romcoms that goes straight to DVD. One of the [...] |
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