I thought it was time for another update - seems this blog might actually be fun to read some time in the future...

So, what's happened recently? It's been the month of the parents - my mother, Bam Bam's father THEN Mother, then Divorcee will be entertaining her dear mamma from Wednesday. We really should have thought of staging a 'family reunion' week so these visits wouldn't cut in to our limited 'us' drinking time. Admittedly, I smoked wantonly in front of my mother for the whole week and got her drunk on a fairly memorable occasion - still, one must pretend that an element of propriety remains!

It might be deemed appropriate to make a confession - Bam Bam and I seem to be cutting down on both our alcohol intake and our smoking habits. It's not the parents - it's us. Personally, I no longer have severe hangovers but am left feeling tired for days and smoking seems to be having vicious effects on my ability to drink - just this week I was drinking (was drunk on a mere three glasses of wine.. dreadful) and had to stop smoking - it was making me feel ill! I miss the days of disregard for such things as health and being able to wake up in the morning. It was all of little importance in the face of seeing the 6 am sunrise - after leaving a club following a particularly delicious evening, of course.

We've just realised that Frenchie will be leaving London soon. While this bodes well for the blog, it is very nearly disaster for us. While we all know we must prevail, it symbolises a new chapter we must open. I know no other way but to compare it to an international night out call - our version of the booty call. We will of course take in to account that a smoking ban will come in to force in England on the 1st of July. LUCKILY, the French have not yet contemplated this horrible existence so we will most likely happily acquiesce to travel. The third option lies a jump over the Western pond away, however until I make a decision whether to begin an AU branch there or not, we will not discuss this further. It's beyond my brain capacity for the moment.

Brain.
Brain.
I have a brain.

*fade in Tom Jones singing 'Sex Bomb'*

I HAVE A BRAIN. I am fantastic woman with self-confidence and self-loathing in equal measure, making me a woman of the 21st century. With international drinking rights.

Aah, Mr. Mouton has just arrived home from drinking in West London. I would venture out to see whether he has survived admirably or is the worse for wear, yet something tells me that I don't care enough at the moment, primarily as I have run out of cigarettes and my bed is far more comfortable than the chairs in our kitchen.

*Fade out Tom Jones, segue The Source feat Candi Station (which you can find on the right-hand sidebar of this page)*

I suppose this cosmopolitanism is something we've always wanted but never new how to accomplish - who knew it was so easy? Soon we'll have 4 continents covered and we'll own more bars than we know what to do with. At last, our interests put to good use. Allors - I forget. There's more than just the drinking. A male escort agency, perhaps?
God - we could start our own LVMH! Bars, cigarettes and international booty.

xx