Of Metropolitan Meanderings January 17, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 29 commentsBloomin Nora, I have a dose of the trembles. Well, maybe not the trembles. The grumbles, perhaps.
Tomorrow evening, I’m going out on the tiles. I visit the metropolis of Londinium far too rarely. That is a Bad Thing. On the other hand, it is a Good Thing because I get to wriggle in my seat with excitement and smile like a spaz as I spot the wheel thing and the Japanese tourists taking photos of each other on the bridge. It never fails to make my tummy bubble with excitement.
(Please do not read any more of this, lovely bf. It will make you sigh.)
I’ve nothing to wear. I used to be quite with-it. I suspect my use of the term ‘with-it’, in itself, gives the game away that I’m not ‘with-it’ anymore. In fact, I may be entirely without it.
The thought of drinkies in Covent Garden is making me angsty. Somewhere on my wiggly timeline, I have turned into a muddy bumpkin. My range of Boden sparkly cardies and tailored trousers has disappeared into another dimension.
What do people wear in the outside world these days? I’ve really no idea. I can manage daytime without too much trouble. But going out in the dark? Hmmm. I don’t do ‘dressing up’ anymore. More lame than lamé, that’s me.
Part of me, I confess, would like a shot of glamour. But it sounds rather like hard work. I shall have to have a wash and everything.
I have decided to spend the whole of tomorrow beautifying myself. It takes a long time to make it look as if you haven’t made an effort, apparently.
In the meantime, I had better go shopping.
