Shit shit shit! Gloria called me about the gallery opening. She wants to introduce me to Simon. Not only the sexiest man alive but also editor of Vision. Oh and I spoke to Alfie. We're still going out (If you can call it that - no sex for three weeks and barely an hour spent together) but he can't make it to the gallery opening. Oh quelle dommage! Can't get too drunk on delish complementary wine though. Jamille's birthday on Saturday - posh conservatory party. Not that she'll notice whether or not I'm there. Suppose it will be nice to see her and Scott though. Been a while. 'fraid that's all I can manage today. This diary thing might just be working though, Sue... You clever, clever lady.
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