Happy New Year, readers! Here we are, hurtling into 2013 and TLYW is action-packed as always so let me see if I can condense it all into a few headlines.
What I did on New Year’s Eve.
Morning: got up early and cleaned the house for hours and hours (1 Home point). Shopped and filled up my normally-empty fridge with food, put brand new bed linen on the bed (300 thread count, if you please), swept, scrubbed, dusted, cleaned the floors and behind the toilet.
Afternoon: went out with Marcel (wardrobe notes: silver skirt by Jasper Conran, black chiffon top by Betty Jackson, big sparkly blasphemous cross, shiny black boots). Scored 2 Art points by going to see two exhibitions as follows. Firstly, The British Art of Illustration 1837-2012 at Chris Beetles Gallery, combined with an exhibition of Quentin Blake’s work. Very nice exhibitions, both open until 5th January 2013. Lots of Ronald Searle, Arthur Rackham, Kate Greenaway, Mervyn Peake and of course Quentin Blake, here is ‘Christmas Acrobatics’ (2009):
After that we went to the Barbican to see the exhibition ‘Everything Was Moving: Photography from the 60s and 70s’. An exhibition of about 400 photographs from 12 prominent artists such as William Eggleston, David Goldblatt and Li Zhensheng. These decades were obviously a period of great political and social upheaval, in various different parts of the world, and photography was an important means of documenting that change. Here’s a photograph of a mid-70s ‘Miss Lovely Legs’ competition in South Africa, taken by David Goldblatt. This exhibition is on until 20th January.
Evening: I took Marcel home with me, fed him some dinner and put him to bed, with sexy results. In the morning I reinforced The Rules to make sure he is clear on everything and then he went home.
Right, where does this leave us? I have not done any Chinese homework yet, which is a problem because I am behind on it as always and there is class again really soon. I have time to pursue frivolous dating projects right now but only because I am momentarily off work. Once work kicks in again I am going to have to make some decisions. The fact is, I can date everyone in London or I can sustain a relationship but I might not be able to do both. After four dates, it is starting to look a lot like I am in a relationship with Marcel. I am dictatorial with him, inflexible, a moral absolutist (having graduated from the Ecole de JC, where I was impeccably tutored in these fine arts) and he likes it, and who can blame him.
Does this mean that The 12 Dates of Xmas is going to close early? Well, maybe. Some people are going to have to fall by the wayside, I think, which is sad. People who I will have to let go:
– Contestant 4.1. Damn shame. Such a lovely guy, we had so much in common. I don’t think I’m going to be able to free up any time for him, though. I will have to text him about it. A pity.
– Another guy who I had in mind, who I went on a date with once before and who I re-contacted recently. I don’t think either of these guys is offering anything different enough than what I can get from Marcel that I can justify squeezing them into my diary.
There still are a couple of dates that I will fulfil, if they still want to. One is a guy who I sort of have an arrangement with for Saturday, not that I have heard from him in recent days confirming this arrangement. One is a woman. In fact, she is Contestant 6 and therefore you need a picture of her, here she is.
She’s much more attractive than that, actually, but you get the gist. Very nice eyes, teeth and hair. Very pretty. I will let you know how we get on.
So. That’s about where we are at. The Marcel situation is still far from certain and settled but it is rapidly heading in that direction and if things continue well I might soon close down my online dating account so I can concentrate on him. And then, readers, when I am finally sorted out with someone with whom I can sustain a relationship, I will at long last be able to stop dating, stop going out all the time, spend time with Marcel on a schedule that works for me and make use of all the wonderful free time I’ll now have by getting some homework done. Who knows, I might even set foot in the gym.
And that’s all the news.