I'm horrified. London is no more having been destroyed by G20 protesters! This picture is where Lloyds used to be! According to the Evening Standard anyway. And remember, those Catholic-Muslim-Lesbian-Asylum Seeking Immigrant-Single Mums - they'll be coming for you next!

Honestly, what is the problem with the media? It's not just the Standard. They're all making the news now rather than reporting it. It's been there for a long time but when you live in London and you see what happens you do end up wondering if there's another London somewhere in the UK that no one has told you about!

Exposure

Facebook is something that has made me wince in places. Most of the time it's a useful tool. You're able to communicate what you need and make easy linkages with friends. Sometimes it's more exposing. I've found people often expressing themselves in writing all to hastily to be wise. I've seen friends pop in and out of their relationships with indecent haste and, in many ways like blogging, they've said some pretty revealing things.

This is good, even though my repressed British spirit does say that it's unsettled.

Often it's about a lack of confidence and self-worth. Sometimes I worry that I'm the most confident person I know and whether that makes me less talented, capable, even insightful than people I recognise as being good and talented people who don't bloody realise it. How oxymoronic is that!

I honestly think that the only thing holding back the universe is a voice in our head going "No one likes you! You're no good at that! Don't try it you'll waste your time! Envy! Jealousy!"

Fight it people. You're worth more than you think. In most cases a lot more!

Party, party, party!

Well it’s been a busy weekend. Got in contact with an old friend. Had a long overdue housewarming party and had a visit from the in-laws.

From the top – Emma, an old friend from Uni got in touch by Facebook. I like Facebook as it means you can stay in contact with people by doing – well, nothing really. And I’m very good at that. I leave it a bit and then it turns into 5 years. I think I’m living like I’m going to die at 1000 years old – my life seems to be paced that way in some ways. Anyway that was lovely.

Then we have the party. The inestimable Rob and that whippersnapper Chris had a housewarming party. I hasten to add that this is at least 3 houses down the line. They have been pressurised by friends to organise a housewarming and essentially set it up in such a way as to make it nigh on impossible for people to attend. I myself had to cancel the removal of three cysts and a teapot in order to attend.

There were nibbles and Dante’s Cove and Chris and Rob and his infernal I-Phone.

And there were the guests.

All seven of us.

Boys you missed the point. Having a party that no one can attend merely makes people want you to have one they can attend.

Particularly if people give glowing praise to the party.

So may I say now what a delight the evening was – the amount of exposed flesh was probably illegal. Particularly since some of it was by Tracy Scoggins, wearing stocking style legwarmers on her arms of all things. The food was a delightful juxtaposition of flavours and there is enough alcohol there for at least 3 more parties – or an evening in. And the hallway carpet has now been washed. There’s a tanning booth in the bathroom and an elderley relative in the cistern.

Rob’s musical selection is inventive and eclectic.

See! If that doesn’t get the buggers round I don’t know what will.

My mother in law and stepfather-in-law popped over on Sunday and we had a lovely chat and a nice meal at Sorrisso http://www.london-se1.co.uk/restaurants/info/664/sorriso. Very good food and they do a weekday lunchtime special of £599 for 2 courses and a glass of wine. Very nice.

Ups and downs.

Well it's been a bit busy over the last 11 weeks. We're due to have our windows replaced soon and all the mess that'll make, it's out birthday coming up and Doctor Who is about to wind up as a series for 2 years.

Gosh, I feel palpitations coming on!