11 July
‘Hey, how did the day’s filming go yesterday? Fun? I’m just back from an all-day red wine, roast, more red wine and scrabble frenzy (weird, but that’s my odd friends for you) at my favourite gastro pub. How’s your weekend looking? I’m still smiling at your strange-but-endearing Phantom obsession.’
It’s Strictly Come Dancing. Ah yes. My ‘dirty secret’ admission. I love Phantom of the Opera! Well, he’s into Scrabble. OK mine does trump his on the naff factor but hey. And what is he doing texting me on a Saturday night? Doesn’t he know that’s uncool too? Even uncooler, he follows this odd, extremely long-wouldn’t-it-have-been-better-to-have-just-called text with another extremely long-wouldn’t-it-have-been-better-to-have-just-called text.
‘Ps. I checked out the Will + Grace episode you’d have missed yesterday – a repeat so I guesssed you’d have seen it already so didn’t forward you the link. Pesky repeats. Pesky not enough laura san giacomo.’
What the f*** does that mean? Really, I should text with a nice, non ego bruising thanks-but-no-thanks but I can’t be arsed.
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‘When I grow up I’m going to marry a prince, Granny.’
Fast forward 27 years. I’m a hot, successful, kind and affectionate, officially ‘grown up’ girl-about-town. Still in search of The One. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m in bed. Alone. Tanked up on Valium.
The quest has been active now for the best part of 20 years. I know he’s out there. I just need to find out where and how to find him. Things have got to change.
2009 is going to be my year. I just know it. So I have decided to document my experiences to amuse more than anything else. In so doing, the creative process may provide some kind of personal enlightenment and help face my demons too. And who knows. The journey may lead me to my prince. And where the chronicles begin.
