Aug 18, 2003 16:28
Back in Monaco. Boring Boring Boring.
We'll be headed to Spain in a day. I'm angry with Andrea for being in London when I am not, so I'm helping Caroline look at girls for him to marry.
There are a few things that need to be done before he can meet them. Checking their teeth, measuring the width of their hips, medical exams, family medical history, the whole correct religious beliefs thing and then the basic, can she walk straight, use the right fork, speak French and sit quietly for 10 hours at a time.
After doing this I feel so sorry for him that I'm asking my new beau if he can find him a place in the circus in case he needs to run away.
I really should be thanking him. I haven't been harrassed most of the summer thanks to him running around Ibiza with beautiful topless girls. The press is calling him slut and the girls whores, which mostly means they aren't calling me stupid or announcing that my shoulders are wider than most men. Bastards.
Enough of this, I'm tired and the kids still want to go into the town and see some film that is newly showing, so I have to shower quickly and get moving.
P.S. I should have been listening to Blur all this time. They are quite good.