I have a Peacock known and loved by us all. He’s called Narcissus, and true to his name, is mostly found framed by, or admiring his reflection in, a window. He’s quite the curmudgeon and gourmand. Shouting if we are too noisy, and shunning bird food, particularly the type specified for Peacocks. Go figure. Anyway, we purchased him with the house, a sort of perching tenant. Narcissus, is like the Ravens at the Tower of London,talisman, gatekeeper and quite an arse really.
I am just about to start on my latest BC book, which is The Island by Victoria Hislop. Last month we had Perfume by Patrick Suskind, which I’d read when the whole world was reading it, 25 years ago. Did not love it’s dark and dank protagonist then, and would not have chosen to ever meet him again.
The Blog Dog, Miss Hippolyta Beryl, at her post ( in her post ), next to my desk.
I am a huge exponent of exercise, but do realise that not everyone is with me there, literally. No matter, as I wouldn’t do it either, if I didn’t like it. I love it in a holistic manner. From the moment I’m in the Gym, my Dr Dre’s cuddling my ears, I’m untouchable, unreachable and slightly unstoppable. It’s my time. I plug into the TV monitor on the Treadmill, and hey presto, I’m watching the news, it’s like making a cake whilst someone reads the Newspaper to you, ( as as opposed to never having time to do it for myself ), all the while, toning my legs, and my lungs. Win!
During my career, as an international Fashion model, I have clocked up a few miles on the world’s catwalks, sat in the make up artist’s chair for hundreds of hours, and been teased, backcombed and groomed by hairdressers for the same number of hours. I’ve been lucky enough to work as a model, for magazines, designers and directors in both beautiful, and mad places, shooting covers, and commercials. I am a style spy!