Category: Style & Travel
Summer is officially here so let me dream a little. Of faraway destinations, of trips I always wanted to take and of places I am longing to return to. Not a bucket list, really, just a list of places I would pick if I could pack my bags tomorrow and go. In fact, I will not take a proper long trip until next November but, in the meantime, I can plan ahead. Would love to hear if you have been to any of these places or what your travel plans for the Summer are.
I read, aghast, in an interview with Elle MacPherson, that the supermodel once nicknamed The Body, will not dream of wearing a bikini anymore, now that she has reached 50. Elle MacPherson? The same Elle MacPherson who still looks glorious and gloriously unretouched? I was taken aback and, for a long moment, I wondered whether it was time I re-thought my bikini policy.
My friend David took a chance on penicillin. He has been suffering from a most hideous bacterial infection called klebsiella which has resulted in his body becoming a mass of internal ulcers that have needed drainage, surgery and physical washing. This on top of surgery he had for another situation, extremely unpleasant in its own right. This nightmare has played out over months with David and his doctors trying every treatment known to medicine. Discomfort all round. Operation upon operation. Horrible.
Heartbreak is international. It’s global. It’s ubiquitous and equal opportunity. It comes when we least expect it. It never gets easier. And it is often the most private emotion we will ever have. We protect the wound. Picking at the scar when we are alone. Not admitting all of the truth to ourselves. Or others. Especially others. Why would we want anyone else to know how unlovable we are?
I met Alex the Parisian while sitting at the bar of a fish restaurant, enjoying a drink and a plate of mussels with chorizo that screamed for a large piece of grilled, dense bread to mop up the excellent sauce. Alex the Parisian, sitting in the stool next to me, offered me some of his bread, oily and smoky, that he had ordered a few minutes before.
I wonder if Mark Vanhoenacker has ever been at the helm of a 747 I was a passenger on. If he ever flew the London to Los Angeles (or, in his parlance, LHR to LAX) route in the last 20 years, chances I have been on one his jets, as British Airways has been my intercontinental airline of choice since I moved to the States.