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OK so I read Elle, which I never do, and then decided that the only thing I could conceivably want for Christmas is some sort of party frock.  I was leaning towards black and bandagey – there was some suggestion that lace might also be a good idea.

So obviously I now have a gold taffeta full-skirted frock from Topshop.  And I’ve gone down a dress size, apparently (I won’t lie, it kind of feels good.  Maybe because it involved zero effort on my part), and now I’m asking myself – too much bra?  Is it possible to show too much bra?

Ans: No.  No it isn’t.

I was having thoughts, random thoughts, about the prostitute in I Am Cuba and Marie-Louise O’Murphy and Genet’s male heroines again (yes, courtesans are a big thing in my head right now).  And the dress is sort of a culmination of those thoughts, which feels kind of good.  I never buy clothes – I hardly ever buy clothes, I should say, and certainly not new ones, so even though I am still thinking about the Chinese children with lungs full of denim and I do feel guilty, I also feel pleased that I decided to buy something for my own reasons rather than because I thought I ought to.

Teh Hen and I watched That Man: Peter Berlin because we found it in the pre-owned box at Blockbuster.  This only increased the intensity of my list towards all things whorish.  I wish anyone still cared about Genet or Gide (no prostitutes, but the lovely Olivier and loathsome Armand and Bernard Profitendieu – for whom I feel a curious sympathy, as if I were the same sort of person as he – who are all equally fashion icons for me).

And listening to Waits’ Black Rider, lying down in the web of the black spider, wishing there were the same profusion of boys as last year, and making a band with Silke – called Ducky, after Duckie and ducks.

This is the kind of thing you wish no one knew about

But everyone already does

http://www.angels.uk.com/sale.html

And yes, since I am trapped here in the frozen North I have already enlisted helpers to forage on my behalf (incidentally, if said helpers are likely to read this I would be much obliged if they would purchase the 50 QUID BAG NOT SOME PUSSY 10 QUID BAG.  Thank you).

Oh and last night we watched Beloved and Ailbhe and I got freaked out and the boys were sort of bored, I think, but also it did make me think again of something I’ve been considering a lot recently – which is Seychelles in the 18th century, the displacement of giant tortoises by my ancestors, and future ethnographic research.

Ahh, the laying of schemes.