In the all new Heathrow tanning lounge and decided to start the day with a spray tan.
"into the booth
on with the paper pants
I'll be back in a minute"
trilled the chirpy assistant.
Well the paper pants were of the 'minimal coverage' variety, failing to cover even the barest of essentials and pretty much over reliant on a rather flimsy looking peiece of string.
Panty liner shaped and made in China sturdy they were foul looking.
Luckily I managed to distract the girl with the sheer awfulness of my body. I'm about 10 lbs above a decent weight and it shows in the gelatenous sag of everything above the waist. Y-euch.
Gym for me this afternoon and a session with Sherry Strong next week. Time to go from sick to fit - in time for my friends Chris and Ray getting wed by a brillo pad (or something)
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Rather a glam day today
I woke up rather late, 'drew' a bath and sauntered into the office for breakfast at around 10am.
By 12 I was feeling a little knackered so walked down to a local health bar and had a weirdy juice concoction that tasted so odd it must have been good for me.
Talked to a nutritionist (always working you see) and then had a massage from a man that my mom would have called 'Dishy' but I found terrifying. Imagine a Kiwi Dolph Lungren moving your limbs with what felt like reckless abandon and you're getting close. Luckily nothing snapped, nothing tore and I managed to 'breathe through' the worst of the pain.
I'm now downing Yerba Mate based drinks in a bid to keep the good health thing going for a couple of hours ahead of my meeting up with an old friend and running down to Bibendum for my second fish 'n' chip supper of the week. Still I'm eating well the rest of the time and trying to walk at least and hour a day.
I'm taking the stairs a lot too - and trying to feel as though this is a celebration of my well-being rather than a determination to out climb death.
Drinks with a work-mate last night reminded me that the company I work for isn't full of insufferable prigs
By 12 I was feeling a little knackered so walked down to a local health bar and had a weirdy juice concoction that tasted so odd it must have been good for me.
Talked to a nutritionist (always working you see) and then had a massage from a man that my mom would have called 'Dishy' but I found terrifying. Imagine a Kiwi Dolph Lungren moving your limbs with what felt like reckless abandon and you're getting close. Luckily nothing snapped, nothing tore and I managed to 'breathe through' the worst of the pain.
I'm now downing Yerba Mate based drinks in a bid to keep the good health thing going for a couple of hours ahead of my meeting up with an old friend and running down to Bibendum for my second fish 'n' chip supper of the week. Still I'm eating well the rest of the time and trying to walk at least and hour a day.
I'm taking the stairs a lot too - and trying to feel as though this is a celebration of my well-being rather than a determination to out climb death.
Drinks with a work-mate last night reminded me that the company I work for isn't full of insufferable prigs
Oh dear
My creatve director has a picture of Freddie Mercury in his office too.
Statues, photos, pictures, books, musicals - it's the start of a religion I tell you
Statues, photos, pictures, books, musicals - it's the start of a religion I tell you
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Weird office shit
Amid the whinnying, braying, clacking and cut glass accents in our London office can be see a woman with the hair of Limahl and the wardrobe of Max Wall - if Max Wall had worn heels.
She really is quite extraordinary and you do want to ask her whether she doubles as a street mime or perhaps as the door-bitch in an 80s throwback theme club. But of course you don't, you just stare. And all of the stares feed her convivtion that she's gorgeous. And perpetuates the cycle.
Tragic, yet fun.
Have drinks tonight with the 'rotund gays'
Dinner tomorrow at Bibendum (was he gay?)
And Lunch Friday with a woman I've not seen in aeons.#
Almost enough to convince me that I'm having a good time here.
She really is quite extraordinary and you do want to ask her whether she doubles as a street mime or perhaps as the door-bitch in an 80s throwback theme club. But of course you don't, you just stare. And all of the stares feed her convivtion that she's gorgeous. And perpetuates the cycle.
Tragic, yet fun.
Have drinks tonight with the 'rotund gays'
Dinner tomorrow at Bibendum (was he gay?)
And Lunch Friday with a woman I've not seen in aeons.#
Almost enough to convince me that I'm having a good time here.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Funny old town
London is a funny old place. Yesterday everybody was desperately scrambling to have an opinion on Gordon Brown's speech at the Labour party conference - despite their not having heard said speech.
Of course the whole thing was hijacked by human pizza oven Cherie Blair (have you seen the width of her mouth? even Carly Simon was shocked). Blair's missus was heard muttering darkly as Brown did the requisite arse licking - and was reported by Bloomberg news.
A summary of what Brown said. He cares about Hot Button issues, is prudent, but fun loving and would love to be PM because, face it, the last guy has made a bit of a mess of it, hasn't he?
La Belle Toni talked today. I'm sure that he promised Angel Delight for every pensioner and a billion pound pension fund for every kid. What does he care? He's off.
Anyway London is knee deep in the mouth froth of talk radio participants and I'm finding it all rather amusing.
Of course the whole thing was hijacked by human pizza oven Cherie Blair (have you seen the width of her mouth? even Carly Simon was shocked). Blair's missus was heard muttering darkly as Brown did the requisite arse licking - and was reported by Bloomberg news.
A summary of what Brown said. He cares about Hot Button issues, is prudent, but fun loving and would love to be PM because, face it, the last guy has made a bit of a mess of it, hasn't he?
La Belle Toni talked today. I'm sure that he promised Angel Delight for every pensioner and a billion pound pension fund for every kid. What does he care? He's off.
Anyway London is knee deep in the mouth froth of talk radio participants and I'm finding it all rather amusing.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Haircut
Before leaving for London I had my first post chemo haircut, which was a bit of a milestone. And rather thrilling.
I'm now temporarily resident in The Capitol hotel - which seems to double as a home for the bewildered. The average age of a resident seems to be 80, the only activity a breathless stagger to Harrods with a nurse in tow and incontinence pants top of the list. The room service menu offers a 'pre-chewed food' option and all I'm kept awake at night by the sound of resporaters.
Change of weekend plans - am flying home on Saturday; all the better to walk the dog, see my wife and eat something that didn't come out of a deep fat fryer (went to Stamford Bridge for Harry Ramsden's Fish 'n' Chips today!)
I'm now temporarily resident in The Capitol hotel - which seems to double as a home for the bewildered. The average age of a resident seems to be 80, the only activity a breathless stagger to Harrods with a nurse in tow and incontinence pants top of the list. The room service menu offers a 'pre-chewed food' option and all I'm kept awake at night by the sound of resporaters.
Change of weekend plans - am flying home on Saturday; all the better to walk the dog, see my wife and eat something that didn't come out of a deep fat fryer (went to Stamford Bridge for Harry Ramsden's Fish 'n' Chips today!)
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