the diary of a london des o'connor's chat show co-host and mossley-born sex goddess.
jeudi 13 octobre
I get home from my last appointment of the day to find a message from D. on the ansa-phone. He's feeling insecure again, can I come over? I tell him I need a quick soak first, but I'll be 'round a.s.a.p. I really need to unwind and it's imperative that I wash the gentleman's relish off, other wise it will set and I'll be worrying at it all week, like a child picking at a scabby knee. I allow myself to luxuriate in the bath for 20 mins. I feel a pleasant tingle as my muscles start to relax - must have been all those push ups (mental note: try to avoid PT instructors in future). I feel quite giddy as the bubbles effervesce around my neck and shoulders. What a shame I'm nearing the end of that compo four-pack of Boddies I got for doing their commercial...
I get dressed - nothing fancy, just a figure hugging lycra jobby and a faux-fur stole (too warm for undies and it's the end of October!) and jog 'round to D's. I can tell by his distracted look and gentle swaying as he answers the door that he's already cracked open the 3-star Metaxa. What's up chuck? I ask. Have those two been picking on yer again? A grumpy, sullen nod. What have they been saying this time? D. reels off the usual list and even I find it hard to keep a straight face:
Eric: What does the Des stand for? Ernie: Desperate!
Eric: I've just bought his new LP & it's his best yet...Ernie: really....
...Eric: yes, there's absolutely nothing on it!
Ernie: Where did you buy it?
Ernie: Did you need a prescription?
Eric: No. I got it off the poison shelf...
Ernie:...he got it off the poison shelf!!
Eric: Well I like him.
And so it goes on, hour after hour. I don't know why he hangs around with them. Men eh, what are you like??
// posted by melle @ 2:45 PM