20 July 05                                     [index]

Alexandra

Watched Buffalo 66 yet again. Two fabulous faces showing True Romance as it should be. Those red boots. I like red shoes. I like The Red Shoes. Saw it first on Saturday matinee when I was four, just back from ballet in my fresh blood tie-ons, and it has haunted me since. Sometimes only a bridge can stop the dancing. Thursday’s gig made me more me than any other Thursday. I loved it and am striking off the hours until the Pleasure Unit where I shall wear a new old frock. Other bodies have filled it before and I rather like that. It is long and ends in a flourish as all apparel and dictators should.

earlier posts

12 July 05 Diversions, hair conditioner, pots of tea and idiots...
1 July 05 Angela Carter, exotic fruits and pink person-stripes...

29 June 05 Dresden Dolls, Tori Amos, enticing flatmate...
28 June 05 Welly welding, ghost trains, vaginas, bitching...
16 June 05 Posh biscuits; the courting potential of the library...
15 June 05 Martin Amis, chicklit and money problems...
8 June 05 Rabies jabs and the History of Western Philosophy...