Monday, 10 August 2009


Well, at last we arrive at my favourite topic: MEN. I think my whole life is dedicated to the study of these specimens (look, even specimens has the word 'men' inside it. Coincidence? I don't think so). Yesterday I met with Charley and we talked of her lover, and we talked of relationships, and we talked of men. For her, the lover was a good man but he didn't want to live with her, he didn't want children. He didn't want other women, I don't think so. He wanted to remain free of commitment. Poor Charley. She loved him a lot actually but we agreed that she has been waiting 18 months for him to changer his mind, and he won't do it. So then, as therapie, we drank some more (Charley pastis of course! Oh we laughed at the silly waiters), and we thought about the different kinds of men. By Sunday morning we decided there were three types:

1) The proprietor. This is a man who succeeds. He owns things. He wants to make the decisions. He is logical. He likes money and unemotional women and quiet children.

2) The farmer. This man is of the earth. He's a bricoleur (handy man in the house?) and normally has a strong body although he often likes television and fried food too much and so grows fat when he's older. He likes women with generous decolletage who are great cooks. He is loud and can be quite embarrasing in public. When they have children they see this is proof that they are a real man.

3) The createur. This man is like air. He is everywhere and in his mind he is still a child playing at life like it is a story. They don't eat so well but can be charming like flowers and sunsets. Createurs are very attracted to women who are difficult because she becomes a challenge in their story and a muse. They like children but don't understand the responsibility. They think the child is a toy.

Then this afternoon I was sitting in a cafe and thinking about this list - and really it's so short. So I started writing and I found more types of men. There is (4) Papa Noel. This man is kind and generous and caring, like an uncle who adores children and cares for small birds and grows his own vegetables but remains modest. This man is the boy next door who has grown up. He only loves woman who are caring, like nurses, and gentle like feathers. His women are quiet and make great puddings from summer fruits. Also there is (5) The Lion, a man who is always charismatic and in the stage light, like actors yes and rock stars but also flamboyant politicians (Sarkosy, a little, Berlusconi, completement). This man sometimes forgets that he is a man and thinks he is a personality. He needs a beautiful woman to show to the world but who won't give him her shadow.

So then I was thinking, perhaps I have them all. But, how crazy! I forget (6) The Gigolo. This man is exquisite. A good Gigolo is a man who knows you know he is a Gigolo and yet you can't resist it and he knows you can't resist it. And the best Gigolos make you feel great about yourself even though you know you've been too weak to resist him even though you know he is a Gigolo. They are the best. And this man can be rich or poor but he adores women, and that makes us feel like a Goddess, and that is worth the sadness when he moves along to his next encounter.

And so there my list stops. I have six types of men. I thought may be it would be good to have seven - one for each day of the week but my mind is filled with ideas of these categories and my lovers who match them. How fascinating, really. I'm not sure that I have a best category. I think all has some benefits. And also of course men can have qualities from each area.

Anyway, I may be going on a holiday soon. Paris is so empty in August except for the tourists of course. Charley is going to Switzerland soon and asks if I like to come along. How great. Cuckoo clocks and chocolate and mountain air. We talk this week to confirm everthing. I tell you more then. Goodnight. What a great weekend, Lzb

WHAT type of man are you always dating that is bad for your happiness? Tell me and I think of another category for you

Saturday, 8 August 2009

Seule, amie, pastis!

Well, you know that David the plumber's son changed his plans today? Now, instead, I have an afternoon appointment with a great friend. Charley is an English friend here in Paris and she's so much fun. I like living in a big city like Paris because you can meet people from all over the world and each country really has it's own nature and you can experience this through the people. And so, Charley called me just now and asks me if I want to spend the afternoon with her. She has just separated from her lover this week and is a little sad and wants my company. Now I'm happy that David is cancelling our meeting. One of the funny things about spending time with Charley is that she drinks pastis and it upsets all the waiters in Paris! Really! In France it is only women in the south who drink this, not the 'sophisticated' women in the north. I find this such a funny rule and yet I can't order it because I know this is the rule. And anyway, I don't like it so much. Lzb

DO you forget your friends when you are with a new lover? Do you think this is alright? Do your friends like this behaviour? Tell me and I will tell the world for you.

Object Love

Oh I heard the funniest thing today on the news. It's an American woman who is marrying a ride in the fair! I think it is important for women to have objects that are helpful in the bedroom, you know, but a fairground ride?! That's quite a big object, and what a sexual appetite this woman must have do you think? But the thrill will always be over so quickly... And so predicatable too, each time just like the last time. In the story it says that she keeps the spare nuts and bolts of the ride in her handbag so she feels close to it. Oh yes! I know some married women who do this to their husbands!

Last year another woman married the Eiffel Tower. I can't understand this at all. Yes it is phallic - but cold metal, that's not so sensuous is it. And it can't buy you dinner. Or telephone you. Lzb

IS your boyfriend less exciting than a lump of metal? Tell me why and I will offer advice for you to melt his cold heart (I'm like a poet do you think?)

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Deirdre's plan - could it cost her Mr P's leek?!

Do you think so?

IF you find that you have an inattentive lover, tell me and I will see if you may changer your behaviour - or your lover instead! I'm quite busy today but tomorrow I can answer, ca va.

Hot water! Hot date!

Wow. First I have, how you say - a draught? When there is too few men? No - it's something like this... drught or drought maybe? Anyway, you know it I'm sure. Then suddenly I have a queue! Today the plumber came, and I can find this quite hard to face because before my father went a little mad and disappeared he was a plumber and the pipes and boiler and toilettes were always perfect. So when someone else comes to fix it, I feel a bit strange. And so today Felix the plumber came along in the afternoon. The last time I saw him was maybe four years ago. Anyway, today he brought his son. Oh my! What a beautiful man. He's tall and slender but a face like a model, great huge eyes and these incredible cheek bones and a small chin. Quite something. And so I was flirting with him a little - just joking because he's Felix's son - but he flirted back, and with such confidence too. Oh my. And he can't be more than 28 or 29 or something. Well while we were talking, the three of us, David asked me if he could buy me lunch on Saturday. And you know Felix laughed and said his son was an impudent boy - but I couldn't help myself but say yes. His self-assurance is something else. You know I consulted my astrology this week but it didn't say that my life will be raining men. Do you think they really can know what is going to happen? Lzb

DO you worry about what you can talk about with a man on your first date? Email me your thoughts and I can tell you if it's a good or bad idee!

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Choo Choo!

Oh darling! What fun I have been having! Oh gosh, I'm so exhausted from laughing. On Friday my great friend Robert called me and said his Aunt was having a party, would I like to go, because his Aunt had met my aquaintance when she was in Paris last year and we had been such great friends. She's quite old you know, but has such an incredible spirit - and she loves men! Oh my! It was to be a masked dance - can you believe?! How my heart sang when he told me! His current lover was terribly poorly so he asked if I would like to come instead... that day! How lucky for me that she has eaten some bad chicken, isn't it? Anyway, his Aunt lives in the south so we had to get the train that afternoon. It's so long since I went on the train. Aren't they great? All the people were so friendly. Even our cafe was served in small paper cups. I love it when things are different! Please try the train. It's great. I will go again on the train as soon as I can. When we arrived at the house, which was huge by the way, no, really enormous like a palace, there were already about 30 guests staying there and they were all drunk and dancing even though the party wasn't until the next night. On the Saturday we all went to the beach. Oh my! All of us sitting in the open air having drinks and lunch in bathing costumes and light dresses. I loved it. But I haven't told you about my costume! Well, because Nicole couldn't come, Robert had brought her outfit for me to wear. But we aren't the same size at all. She's quite tall and proud. No, not proud, broad. So his Aunt came in and saw that I looked like a child in her mother's clothes, and then she brought a maid to alter the costume. I felt like a queen. And, it was beautiful! It was peacock feathers at the back making an enormous tail that was standing up. Then it was a corset of emerald green and cobalt blue with some very small culottes. And the mask was the same peacock feathers with ruby stones - no! Not true rubies. I think glass! It was an incredible creation. And so many people were wearing something this colourful. It was one of the most magnicifent parties I have attended in so many years. There was a band there of six musicians and Robert's Aunt was wearing a red bodice made of giant sequins and her mask was like flames created in sequences and jewels. And she is 70 or more years old. Aw, what a great woman! Anyway, I was dancing with everyone there, and there was a man who watched me. I asked Robert who this is because I don't want to seek out the lover of his Aunt for example! Robert said this man had been an important contact of his late Uncle, and had been known as 'the shadow' because he used to travel around the world for his Uncle 'hiding problems'. This is what Robert said. I asked what problemes and he said, business affairs, and that I shouldn't ask any more. So I asked some more and Robert looked cross and told me to stop it! Oh the mystery! But really, I don't care about the buisiness problems. The man was standing proud like a dancer in his black jacket and black mask and I just wanted to know if he was there alone. And because he was alone, of course I went and stood near to him and waited. And waited. And then in a quiet voice he asked me my name - and I knew I would have him that night. Oh the party, and the loving with this man outside in the night in the garden and then later in my room, it was like a dream, and when I woke up yesterday morning he had vanished. A mysterious shadow! Parfait! A dream lover indeed. When I came downstairs in the late morning, the house was already tidy. Oh gosh to have people to clean after a party! Robert's Aunt was wide awake like a young girl and was so happy that I'd found such an intriguing lover at the party. We had some cafe in the garden and she told me, "The story is that he was a mercenary for hire. When he was younger he was working abroad and his wife was killed during the conflict. In spite of the emptiness and rage he must have, he has never loved again and never been heard to shout or lose his temper. He's a remarkable man, dear. I think you chose well. Now then, are you ready for mixed doubles at tennis? Don't play too well though. Robert is very competitive and will cry like a little boy if he loses." Oh what a memorable time! Oh what joy! Lzb

IS a probleme with a lover making you anxious and does it stop you sleeping in the night? Then tell me about it and maybe I can make suggestions

Thursday, 30 July 2009

More secrets!?

Badly Timed Brenda has sent in her probleme - she has a lover, but she is going away... should she tell him? Should she remain it a secret? What would you do?
DO you need to understand what your lover is really saying? Does he say one thing but then do something different? Email me this probleme and I will be your dictionaire!

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

Excitement is here!

Well, there's an expression 'be careful what you wish for' - do you have something like this in English? And so, this afternoon, I wished for excitement - and here it is already. First the bathroom light exploded with a big bang, and now I have a question about marriage and fidelity from the mistress. (And my boiler is still not working properly but that is a different link.)

Deirdre wants to tell the wife - I think that this is hopeless. The role of the mistress is mistressing not marrying the man. And you? What are your thoughts? This is such a great subject. Once I was having affairs with a married man and.. - wait the door bell is ringing. I call you later - no write here later - you know! Lzb! x

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Monday, 27 July 2009

Excitement, where are you?

I feel so restless. Normally I have things that keep me occupied, even if it's sleeping, but today I am lost and every minute is an hour.

You'd think at my age I am grateful for time slowing down! Instead actually I feel most uncomfortable. I want for the excitement of my youth. I want to be dancing in the rain with some young man (I don't mind which as long as he is handsome), and to be singing in the bars with the old men watching me and wishing that they were young again. I want to have the dreams I had when I was younger, to see the world and make love to princes and be arrested for smoking hashesh where it wasn't allowed, and riding on horses through deserts and diving into the sea from sailing yachts with fishes swimming near my feets, and to wear long dresses and head scarves like an exotic creature drinking cocktails by a piscine and palm trees with the jetsons. No, not jetsons. Jet sets?

Instead of all these marvellous idees I am looking out of a small window at the street while a man with a huge stomach takes boxes from his van into the small marche on the corner. I think it's cherries or something - ah and this one is water, bottles of boring water. Even his boxes are boring.

I could go out to a cafe and see what the tourists are wearing. That's quite good fun in the summer. You can guess which nationalite they are sometimes because of what they wear on their feets. Yes. Shoes are a perfect discovery of somebody's nature. What are you wearing on your feets today? (For me I am wearing only nail paint.) Lzb

Do you need some help with something? Please I'm so bored, I would like to think about your probleme and tell you what I would do. You can email me here: and I will read, and think and then put a reply in the probleme section. D'accord. So email me. And then both our problemes will be over! Parfait! x

Sunday, 26 July 2009

Lazybird is on the Sunday Times in London! Yes!!

I saw a journalist here has some interesting things to say about French women - he thinks we are attractive and proud but I wonder how many he knows well, or if, like so many journalists, he likes just to put people in categories.

And so I wrote to him!


IS your boyfriend useless? Email your probleme and we will share it with the world:

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Is she getting a man - or wanting a mouse?!

ARE you wishing you can leave your lover but don't know how? Email your probleme and we will share it with the world:

The Cure

The Cure to a head that is bad from drinking is to not drink. This of course is poor advice if you already have the bad head. In my experience, for that you need sugar and salt and water. Try some bread dipped in salt and some sweet tea and tell me if that helps you. Actually, this would be a much better poll then the one I have here at the moment. I don't know why I want to know if you like cheese or Charlie Chaplin, really that isn't so importante. I think I was in a funny mood when I chose this and liked the sound. Let me know how you like these things that begin with 'chhuh'... and I will think of something much better for the next one I promise it! Lzb

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Thursday, 23 July 2009


The cork screw has broken. And this when I have had a day of rain and the boiler breaking. The rain is okay, you dry in the end you know. And the boiler? It's so old - older than me I think, and I sometimes break down amie. So I can't be angry about this for long.

But the cork screw?! Aagh! I will have to push in the cork with a knife like a student and I hate that. Lzb

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Saturday, 18 July 2009

Why can't I bear it?

Oh no! You won't believe this. The Irish man wasn't there... My poor heart! After all the preparation, and all the secret hope I had... I went to the hotel on Thursday and waited in the bar. I felt so excited, actually, which was so refreshing. When I didn't see him there I asked the concierge if he knew where he might be.

"He's gone madam," he told me. "He was here for 10 days and now he's gone."
"Will he come back?" I asked.
"We can't say," he shrugged. "He's been before, maybe he will come again." Then he looked at me, "He was a friend, madam?"
"I'd hoped it," I said.
The concierge was very sweet when really I must have seemed like a teenager. "We all liked him, madam. He was a gentleman."

And so that night I drank a lot (not there it was too expensive)! And then I came home and drank some more. Then yesterday I slept all day and wondered what I could do if anything. I'm not 15 years old. Why can't I bear it? It's crazy! Then today I went to see Denise a L'Etoile d'Or. It's a chocolate shop near here and I spent 40 euros on chocolates and yes, now I feel sick. And what is worse my heart doesn't feel any better. Comfort eating is a stupid expression isn't it? Tonight I am seeing Berty, the bald actor with the guinea pig. He is always such great fun. I hope he can lift my spirits. I feel like Francoise Hardy right now but not so pretty, or thin. Lzb

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Thursday, 16 July 2009

Catching men

Well, tonight is the night... maybe for love? I have my caramel and my eyebrows and my hair - which looks great actually. Alexi gave me a colour so my hairs are shining like a lake in the night. It's really beauty. I wish it was like this every day. I'm going to the hotel on the Champs Elysees at around 10pm to find the Irish man and ask why he likes to vanish and then ask what other magic he can show me. If he says he is with the circus, maybe I will run away on an elephant with him!

But first... we must ask, how much shall we do to find a man? Today Online Dating Virgin sent me a probleme. What do you think of online dating? Should she date a man with a monkey?! I can't wait to hear what you are thinking!

Maintenant, I'm going to get some wine and prepare for my adventure. (Should I bring peanuts in case of the elephant?)Lzb

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

Caramel for the Irish man

I am beginning to make a plan for the Irish man. First I must look and feel great. Then I will go and find him. Today I had an appointment for my caramel. Here in France you can have your hairs removed with sweets! No! I am joking of course. Some of the beauty salons in France use something called 'caramel'. It is like soft chewing gum and it's just a little warm and they rub it over the skin to pull out the hairs without using paper or sheets. Do you have this? I prefer it to hot wax. It makes your skin so soft. Anyway, today I have been caramelled and I had my eyebrows shaped. Tomorrow I go for my hair cut. Then in time for the weekend I will be ready to drop my gloves beside the Irish man and make his acquaintance. Are you laughing..? I thought this was a good traditional method because he is Irish... No! I'm joking again! Drop my gloves!? You will believe everything. You're so funny! Lzb

Monday, 13 July 2009

I am a stalk (is this right?)

Very quick message tonight for you because I KNOW you will want to know that I saw him! You remember the man who bought the whisky for Lucky and I but disappeared? Well, tonight I was just stepping into a taxi and I close the door and there he was, on the other side of the road. At least I think it was him. It was a man and he looked like him - and this man was walking in the direction of the hotel , the one on the Champs Elysees where we had the whisky and Lucky thought it was poison. I felt so excited! I must think of a plan to wait in the hotel to see if I can see him and then talk to him before he vanishes like a magician again. Do I have shame? No, of course I don't. He's gorgeous. I think you call someone who does this a stalk. Is this because they stand behind plants to watch secretly for the other person? I love language. It's so difficult sometimes that it makes me wake up and feel alive! Lzb

Sunday, 5 July 2009

Whisky in the Jarro

Oh my. What a great night. Tonight I met a friend near the Champs Elysees. The bars there are soooo riche. In some I think you have to wear diamonds before you can even clean their bathrooms, they are so particular. She's a maitresse, a mistress, of a very well known businessman. I will call her Lucky, not because she is a type of dog but because it is her pet name (Is this the same thing?). Anyway, the Man has an apartment just for her on the Ile de Cite which is so beautiful. It has three floors and giant wood beams in the ceiling. It's really something else out of this world. I asked her what it cost and we don't know. But her hourly fee must be sooo huge to cover it! Oh how we laughed at this thought. Lucky and I used to wait in these bars when we were younger for eligible men. Tonight, her 'landlord' was out of town with his wife and children so we went drinking like in the old days. Oh my. It was so funny to watch the younger girls who are so gauche and new. We met one in the powder room and gave her advice as if we were her Madame. She was very intelligent actually. I think she will do well. At about 1am we were sitting close to the bar and a man came over and in very funny French asked if he could offer us a drink. He was quite handsome actually. Naturellement we agreed. And then he paid the bar tender and left. When the bar tender brought us a glass each the smell was - oh my! Like something from the poubelle. What is this? laughed Lucky. Is this poison? The bar tender told us the man was Irish and that the drink was whisky. Lucky said she spent enough money on waxing without growing hairs on her chest too. I quite liked it though. I liked the man more. He was polite and restrained and that interested me. I wonder if he will be in Paris for a while.

Thursday, 2 July 2009

Shoe Troubles : Part I

Ow, my feet have killed me as you say. This afternoon I went out to see a friend who opened his new shop today. It's not a very usual shop - inside there are wigs, shoes, other peoples clothes, and house objets d'art, as well as many other things. I'm not sure it will be a great success but he is so proud of it. Well, I had to wear something special and so I choose some high heels that are really only for dinner or the bedroom. You don't want to walk the streets in these. (Can I say this?) Anyway I went to see the shop and it was a party of friends and not really for customers. Afterwards we went out nearby in the Marais to drink. It's always so much fun here. Then James, the proprietor, decided he wanted to dance so we went to a dance bar. Of course, I had been drinking champagne since the afternoon and so I forgot my tight shoes and I danced a lot. With everyone! Now I have to pay the cost! They are so painful. I think I've really hurt myself actually. I am going to put them inside a bucket of water. Normally I use fresh mint for my feet water but tonight I am fresh out. This is bad planning. I must remember to bring home some mint when I go out in these shoes again. Lzb

Tuesday, 16 June 2009


One of the best decisions I ever took was to keep my cleaning lady Nadine. When my poor husband died and I had to leave the old apartment I knew I had to be clever with money for the future. But certain things are so very important. And having someone to clean up your house is one of them. For example, I like to cook sometimes but I don't like the mess afterwards. I don't like washing plates. I don't like greasy dishes. But today I roasted a chicken because I knew Nadine was coming. It was so good too. The trick to roasting a chicken is syrup. Yes! Put oil in the dish, put in the chicken upside down, then pour over oil, salt, the juice of a lemon or lime, sprinkle thyme and tarragon, put wine into the dish, and then pour syrup on top of all the chicken. My grandmother always cooked chicken like this. It turns brown and sweet and stays so juicy. Since Nadine has seen me do it, now she cooks her chicken this way too. Perhaps we will make it a national strategie. Nadine was sad today, in spite of the chicken. She is only young, maybe 28 or 29. She came to Paris to be a classical dancer but they said her legs were too fat for ballet - it's sad because she really has such a pretty face. She lives with a boyfriend who is frankly, just too much hard work. Today I wondered if this pressure helps keep her mind away from her dreams and the thoughts that instead of dancing ballet in front of applauding audiences, she cleans houses for people who only cook chicken when she is around. Lzb

Sunday, 14 June 2009

Samedi en croute!

Good evening, what a night I have had! You wouldn't think it could be so much fun to stay inside an apartment during a whole Samedi soir - and yet, I feel so alive. A few days ago I was in a small restaurant drinking cafe after lunch. Everyone else had left but of course I was in no hurry. No office, no hurry. Bien. And so. After a while the chef comes into the restaurant area and we begin to chat - about apples, and shoes, and the seasons. It was such a beautiful, flowing conversation. And he was so handsome and dark, like a Greek athlete or something. Anyway, he asked why I had chosen the cassoulet and not the steak, when the steak was Argentinian steak and really the best boeuf in the world and I replied that really, steak was like trying to eat something that doesn't want to be eaten - you can't cut it with the knife, you can't chew it - and then you have to swallow it whole and have pains in the stomach because really you have ingested a tyre of cow meat in large pieces. He laughed at me. 'You are so wrong, mademoiselle.' he said. 'Let me cook you a steak sometime. It will be like eating melting velvet.' 'You think so?' I said. And subsequently, tonight, after he finished work, this delicious man came to my apartment with his own equipment and as we talked he began to prepare the most delicious production. And he was so passionate with his work. At one point we were so lost in each others company that he let the reduction burn and in a moment of rage he took the small pan and threw it through the window into the night! It really was thrilling. He apologised for his culinary error. But it was a perfect outcome. When we ate the steak unaccompanied but for the wine it was so good! And yes, like melting velvet. Oh what a wonderful man and a wonderful night. How lucky we are to have such encounters as this. Lzb

Thursday, 11 June 2009

Pom Pom

It is late and I am yawning. Today I bought the most beautiful slippers. They are bright pink and have bouncing feathers and pom poms on the front. They are so bright that when I wake up tomorrow they will give me a headache. Lzb

Monday, 8 June 2009

Le Matin

I must mention this before I forget it - I forget things all the time you know. Perhaps this is because I am a deep thinker and am occupied by deep philosophical requirements. Or maybe it is because I drink? Anyhow, what I wish to announce to you is the joy of Le Matin. Le Matin does not begin because our alarm clock rings or the first train of the morning roars. Le Matin begins when the first moments of daylight arrive - even if it is 3 o'clock in the morning -and you see the outline of city silhouettes against the dawn. I see them a lot. Not because I am a milkman but because I am a night owl. If you only arise at 7 or 8 o'clock each day and go to bed in the dark, I can recommend Les Matins to you. Even in a haze of wine or absinthe, I can tell that they really are beautiful. This is how our hearts learn to sing, I believe. These moments of nature operating majestically outside our behest. LZB

Friday, 5 June 2009


Hello. Comment? Here it is morning and the curtains are drawn but I will arise in a moment. We missed you the other night. The bar was full and the music was, well, not good exactly but created quite the most perfect background ambience for a group of middle-aged drinkers who had seen better days and were slightly worse for wear. The curly haired pianist, yes it was his work. At the end of the night he left with something young and beautiful and I felt my soleil sink a little. Being young has its advantages doesn't it but still, I don't mind. He is such a wonderful creature to admire. And so, we were talking about friends, non? And I was wondering when you should tell a person that they really can't behave in such a way and also carry the name 'friend'. I think this depends on your role in the relationship. If you are scared to walk away then you will leave it too long. If you are the chief then maybe you fire people too soon. Also - can we ask people to change and expect it to happen? This is a big question. Do people change? LZB

Tuesday, 2 June 2009


I was thinking yesterday how important it is to remember that we are all, owyousay, antholes? No something like this... I mean bad, trouble, difficile. Yes you are! Of course. Really I think we are all a little selfish. Sometimes a lot selfish (and sometimes that's the most fun anyway). So perhaps when one of your friends is being a complete huge ridiculous anthole instead of telling them that they are stupide or that they will never be in love because they are too ugly or that they don't know how to cook chicken casserole, it is better to remember that they are just a small fool, like you. There will be times when you must say these things, naturellement... and I will think about this some more... but right now it is past seven o'clock and that means the bar is open and my favourite pianist will be there. I'm not so sure he is a very good pianist but he's so handsome and has really curly hair. Why don't you come along? Lzb

Tuesday, 21 April 2009


Today was okay. My friend prepared lunch so I remembered to eat something, well I say remembered... he put a dish of casseroled chicken next to my gin and tonic and so I ate it. My therapist will be so proud. Lzb