❀ jerry's back in london :o)... i hate it when he ditches me for sweden, but no amount of sooking and moaning will keep him from going. his defence is always the same. 'you can come with me'.... maybe next time..
last night we worked together in the flamingo bar for a hawaiian themed private party. the event organisers went to so much effort decorating the place. there were flowers and ferns and fairy lights everywhere, the old elvis movie 'blue hawaii' playing on big screens and 1950's tropical music pumping.. outside in the garden around the barbecue, there was a fantastic atmosphere with three authentic hawaiian dancers whirling around in straw skirts and half coconuts entertaining everybody...and my old friend ollie from thailand was working the fun photo booth again so i dragged jerry in to take a hawaiian snap.
i was nursing a slight hangover from vogue fashion night so was happy to be in the quiet bar, only serving beer and wine... as we watched elvis lounging on the beach in hawaii, jerry dreamed about having a time machine... 'if you went back in time to become rich, you'd never have gone to work on the crusie ship and so you'd never have met me'... i said. ..'no i don't want a time machine for that.. i want one just to go back to hawaii in the 60's for a holiday.'
we got home at 3am and tore into my latest favourite thing... linda mccartney vegetarian sausages, which are £1 for a box of six at the cheap supermarket around the corner and taste really gourmet! even jerry, who's expressively anti-vegetarian, admitted they were good...
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