Now and then, well very occasionally I get to say ‘yeh well I did it with style’. New Years Eve was one of these occasions. Claire and I toasted 2008 on the balcony of View 2 with a bottle of Moet in full length ballgowns at the masked ball.
And then I walked across the Hoe in spike heels through the mud and ripped the hem off my dress. There are bits of my red dress attached to various bits of the West Hoe area, lamp posts and the like. And in the foyer of boy’s flat. And the lift. My heels have mud tidemarks. The glamour! Then I sat on a beanbag and drank about a gallon of Dom Perignon or however that is spelled.
The boy told me he loved me and proposed drunkenly several times. I told him to not to say it again until he was sober. He stopped at about 11am this morning!