October 7, 2003
It's true, I'm here, in New York (or should that be Noo Yawk?). Flight over was fine – hello Simon, Patrik and James! – and although I didn't get my back massage, I did manage to avail myself of the bar facility quite comprehensively. Checked into our small closet at the Milford Plaza, which has […]
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October 4, 2003
Keanu Reeves. He was a white van driver who parked his van on my snowy front lawn and, after some months absence (or so it would seem from the expository dialogue), had come back to plight his troth. Very sweet. Certainly I'm impressed at the calibre of celeb in my subconscious this morning. Definitely several […]
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