Saturday, September 09, 2006
I've got a party to go to tonight, a good friend who was at one point the only person in London I knew is having a birthday. I have insisted on being sat next to at least one available woman at supper, it's time to see if I can still talk to strange women. I do hope the skill hasn't atrophed over the last six months.
Tonight my style is going to be a dark blue with lashing of velvet, and I'm not going to shave and thus affect an air of louche danger, I just have to choose my scent for the evening.
Now, what should a very sexy, yet tortured artisté smell like? Probably something with a lot of musk.
I always find it difficult situations like this, one simply has to ask oneself 'What would the Hoff do?'