A good friend has just taken his bad self off to NYC to do some 000. glamorous visual styling thing for a classy up beat stylish coffee table style magazine, now he's gone off for a few days on fire island! Fire island... It reeks of bad swim shorts, muscular frames and lots of chunky silver statement jewellery, of course I'm jealous...don't be ridiculous.
Why the jealousy? Well it's not because I wish to be surrounded by half naked men in the sun dancing around to terrible house music, I can have that any weekend I like down vauxhall way.
No I actually think the break away from London is what I'm most seething about, and of course the sheer glamour factor involved in the whole affair.
Alas I shall spend my weekend down the east end of london with my dear mother, excessive trips to iceland and perhaps a trip to the gym, where I will of course count escorts.
I may buy myself a large bottle of wine and drink it all whilst listening to nick drake and reading sylvia plath.
It's not that bad.
Honest
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