And because somebody asked for more A Girl the other day, here’s A Girl in her own words. This is A Girl on a typical day:
In other news this work is wrecking me physically (not to mention psychologically, emotionally, and otherwise). I have a dull pain in my left shoulder making its way down my arm, my lower back aches and I have been drinking a bottle of wine a night just to forget about the current day, the next day and the days after that. This can’t be good for me. Also I’ve started smoking Marlboro Reds because my Polish connection ran out of Lights. As this is the only place I can get reasonably priced cigarettes near work I’m probably going to get lung cancer faster than anticipated. I’m also on my 5th or 6th cup of coffee, I’m craving sweets, salt, anything to add some excitement to my taste buds, give me a jolt.
On Wednesday lunchtime it’s raining, so I head over to Borders where I spent the next hour reading the NME thoroughly, flicking through Men’s Health, the US edition of GQ and a collector’s issue of Empire magazine with the 100 Best Film Characters Ever as voted by its readers.
I glance over at Vanity Fair which has a cover story on what it refers to as Hollywood’s New Wave of actors, so I pick that up and look at their pictures. The article concerns a group of actors whose first names include Blake, Leighton, Taylor (the girls) and Penn, Chace, Hunter (the guys). I have never felt happier about my choice of middle names – which are as ridiculous as these guys’ – and I have never been surer that when I move to Sydney, I will use one of my middle names instead of my current first one. So anyone who knows my first name had better forget it whilst I’m in Sydney, because I’ll be using my middle one. The one with five letters, not the other one.
Then I buy the US edition of Playboy (is Playboy not published in the UK anymore? I can’t find a UK edition anywhere), and leave.
At work in the afternoon Brendan sends me the following email:
I am so bored. Can you tell me anything interesting?
No, I don't think I actually can. I remember when interesting things used to happen to me. It was in the late 90s. Now the highlight of my week is going to Borders at lunchtime and flicking through Men's Health.
OK. Well we have a gym here at work... I think I'll just slide away and go for a quick workout. Heard from Donnell?
(Donnell was in Madrid over the weekend for Madrid Pride)
OK, let me know when you're back though, I don't want to be left here worrying. I texted Donnell on Sunday and he was still in Madrid and he mentioned something about: post clubbing chill-out parties (?) drugs (?) London scene people being there (?) generally tedious gay stuff that might have been interesting 3 years ago. I haven't heard form him since he came back.
Of course, I will let you know as soon as I'm back. But if u don't hear from me by 4, assume the worst.
And that is the Wednesday.