London life seems to be settling down somewhat. I've been in my place for a month now and I have absolutely hit the housemate jackpot. Harriet and Sarah are fantastic, the house is wonderful, I can afford the rent (well...not as comfortably as perhaps I would like but... we'll get over it) and life is rolling along nicely. I'm slowly working down the check list of "things needed to create a life."
One of the best things about London is the "obligatory celebrity sighting" you hear about all the time. And... I gotta say... I am raking them in. OK magazine could make a fortune out of me!!
I have never been one to bost about brushes with fame (except perhaps that one "Edward Norton red carpet dash" episode...) but lately things have gotton a little out of hand.
Woring in Urban Retreat not only brings with it a common garden variety of B list celebs: East Enders Stars, Girl Bands, Page Three Models, Footballers Wives, jilted film stars divorcee's paying for botox on their ex-husbands credit cards.... but just hanging out in this wonderful city is a stalker's paradise.
And no... I have not seen Madonna jogging in Hyde Park... that is sooooo 2002!
But... Bob & Peaches Geldof were hanging out at my favorite sunday morning breakfast cafe on Kings Rd, Ralph Finnes was eating Korma in our lovely curry place on brick lane, Chris Martin bumped into me by the ATM in Sloane Square, Robbie Williams was hanging out in a gay club in soho I was refusing to go into (until I saw him of course....), Sophie Dahl had "intimate relations" in my bedroom (before I moved in there), my land lord is one of London's most elligable bachelors (and a direct descendant of Sigmund Frued), the last housemate to leave our apartment was Uri Gellar's daughter and my housemate's boyfriend has drinks with Prince William every now and then!
Speaking of my housemate boyfriends (and this will explain the title of this blog...) it turns out that it really is a small world after all....
Some of you may recall my rediculous stint as a Nanny for the outrageous Mayhew/Ropner family. Remeber those days? Electric cars, Semi naked bbq's and Yummy Uncle Jimmy? Well it turns out that Harriet's boyfriend Rupert didn't go to Eaton... but the next best place AND it turns out all these old school boys all know each other... and officially make my life six degrees of myself.
Amy lives with Harriet
Who is dating Rupert
Who knows Prince William
Who dated Jecca
Who dated Henry
Who is Louisa's Step Bother
Who Amy was nanny for!!!!!!!
I could do a much shorter version of this but it wouldn't include Prince William - he does make everything much more exciting.
Amy lives with Harriet
WHo is dating Rupert
Who knows Henry
Who is Louisa's step brother...
not quite the same ring really.
Well....
That's really all I have time for right now... I'm pretty damn tired. It was a bit drainig at work today when a stylist punched one of my receptionists (I am a manager now) and he was knocked out just as Mohammed Al Fayed and Priscilla Presley walked in for their treatments.....
Just another day in paradise.
Thursday, 6 April 2006
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