Spring is Springing...

'Allo 'Allo

.........Do any of you remember that show by the way? You know, the cheesy British WWII comedy with the hapless Nazi occupiers and the equally hapless French villagers who used the local cafe as the underground resistance HQ. My fave character was the gendarme (policeman); he had a hilariously overdone accent, and no one knew what he was going on about (perhaps because he was an Englishman pretending to be an Englishman pretending to be a Frenchman). "Good moaning."

Anyway, that was a huuuuge tangent and I hadn't even started!

Ah yes, Spring is springing. Indeed! I went for a walk yesterday through Regent's Park to Christie's Education and totally enjoyed the daffodillies waving their heads in the wind, and the lovely little white and purple crocuses covering the grass. In fact, I even got a sniff of newly-mown grass, mmmmmmm. Southwest winds caressed London for the first time in months. I think some trees blossomed overnight.
However, just to steal our joy over the balmy sunny start to the day, the afternoon grew breezy and blew in the rain.
Today was another story - WSW winds blew the rain away again and we had non-stop sunshine,and 64 degrees F (18C). Enough of talking about the weather, that tried-and-true English past-time.

Gosh, what a nice evening I had. I. could. not. stand to stay in another evening, so I forced the issue which is something that needs doing sometimes with friends. They are literally all so busy working, studying, and being exhausted that I don't get a minute in edgewise. I know it will be worse when I get a job. Haven't things changed? When my mother was working here in the 70s, they used to go out all the time, to cocktail lounges, Chelsea jazz clubs, West End shows, etc. Now all people do is go home and flop.
Anyway that was another tangent. I called my bestest friend Lydia but she's exhausted and unwell. I called my other bestest friend, her twin brother Anthony. He will be reading this at some point...Hi Tone!!!
He was also exhausted and getting on the train at Canary Wharf, but after a power nap he got off at Finchley Road to change to the Metropolitan line and must have felt so much better he called me and we met for dinner anyway. And omigosh he looked great (sorry T) - I kept telling him he looked all Helmut Lang-y, all over black with the coolest black rectangular-framed tinted specs I have ever seen! (By Red or Dead) Told him he looked like he owned a modern art gallery.
For those of you not in the know, Helmut Lang is THE minimalist designer: sleek, mostly black, for the hip and cerebral urban fashionisti.

Now that's the catch with sharing your blog with all your friends. You have to talk about them at some point.

Hm, all that fashion excitement has tired me out. Can't finish the post and it's time for bed. Ciao!