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Morning ‘Camp’ers,

Summer’s back and all those lovely proud people out there just asking for it. Only two more days and I’m off on hols, gorgeous legs but the rest is still streaky. A few days in the sun and a few cocktails and I’ll look the same inside and out.

I was at a wedding at the weekend, dancing like my Dad’s Dad no doubt. Not a bad day for the weather, so some lovely frocks out and about. Aren’t older ladies fun at do’s, they just don’t care, “these things have fed the nation and I’m gonna show everyone how lovely they still are”. They could feed two nations these days Darling and by the way I’m in favour of surrogate Mothering. You would think they’d be happy to make Jelly these days rather than simulate the effect on the dance floor, perfect simple harmonic motion. I only joke, they are lovely. It was like dancing with my Mums friend , averting eyes and thoughts of course – just the odd mental note.

Met was pretty busy today, not full but it has been half empty at circa 7.15-30 usually. Was joined early in my booth by Pavarotti so didn’t hold out much hope for observations as his presence resulted in partial eclipse. He departed and young girl (mid 20’s) joined, two charity bands yellow and green. I don’t know if that means anything, well apart from she like gives to charity. I’m not sure why people want to show that off when a Gucci-darling looks much better and says something.

I’ve started making notes on my hand as Metro is useful in the toilet these days, besides I need glasses to read and ‘specky’ is not the image I wish to promote. If I did I’d go the whole hog and get some wrist bands as well. Girlie stops and looks at me making hand notes, does she know it’s about her or maybe even wish it were? “What is the idiot doing, is he admiring my very fashionable bowling type shoes and reporting for the metro on latest tube fashions?” As I have previously said there is an alarming trend in girlie footwear, stilettos or quality flip flops with skirts are preferable.

Psycho on bike nearly takes me out jumping lights down Baker Street, CD delivers “Wanker”. He looks back and slows down presumably to remonstrate, instead makes mental note ”fncking hell he’s big”, and continues.

See Michael Buerk’s been making himself popular with the ladies, “Men are increasingly being seen as ‘sperm donors’”. It’s an important start in life. He’s been railing against women in top jobs, your donating services are not required henceforth mate.

Smiley Sotheby’s man not there this morning and ahead I see no queue for shags. Vivienne Westwood shop has bizarre mannequin display; stuff looks a bit dodgy but more interesting are stripy dummy heads. Imagine the works night out clubbing, if they’d get let in with that tat on? Moray fringes everywhere.


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