“I never go outside unless I look like
Joan Crawford the movie star.”
I know EXACTLY what you mean Joan and I am not enjoying waiting for the phone to ring so I can find out if I am going to the Brit Awards tomorrow night or not! I need to look like Joan Crawford the movie star if I am going, and that takes preparation!
If the answer is yes, I want to wash my hair tonight so I can do the heated roller thing tomorrow morning with my early am coffee in bed. If not, I can relax in the knowledge that I’ll be spending yet another Tuesday evening in the company of Desmond Carrington on Radio 2 instead. Which, don’t get me wrong, I adore to do. To be completely honest, I don’t mind which way it goes, I’d just like to know!
Joan’s steak rocked. I had been fancying a big hairy steak for days and her sauce of butter, Roquefort cheese and mustard was utterly divine. Joan, I salute you and will be channeling you this evening and tomorrow. There is NO WAY Joan would not get a seat at the Brits if she wanted one!
