Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

28 November - Peter & Pirelli

Drink at the Sanderson with Peter who’s been to Paris for the launch of the Pirelli calendar. As you do, when you can take clients to it and so some huge bank you work for foots the bill presumably. Though he could afford it anyway. What's an ED at Morgan Stanley get? a million or more? And what a let down it was! It was during the Paris riots and so the venue had been switched to a …huge room carpeted in black. Am sure the event organisers would never dream of describing their venue so simply but a giant room it was. I don’t like them either, nowhere to go, circulate, change the scenery, hope the next room yields a better vibe and so on.
I asked about the models and well, a few supermodels were there. Sadly not his favourite, Gisele, but J-Lo and Kate Moss yes and others. However, as I guessed, the vast majority of guests were male. Why would a woman go to the Pirelli launch just for fun? In tables of 10 or so, with possibly one female per table. As he was with work guests, guess what they talked about? Work. Boring.
The presentation was great, photos projected on giant screen, music and so on, but all was over by 11pm and as there was no chance to get near J-Lo shielded behind 7 huge bodyguards etc and the other supermodels were only to be found at the table of people like Formula 1 owners and so on, and there was no disco or other activity… he left and so did everybody else. Oh and his calendar got pinched. It was v. v. cold and he couldn’t be arsed to go to a club so he thought ‘Hey, I’ll have a drink back at the hotel’. Only to find that the majority of guests was in the same hotel and so the bar was a replica of the cocktail reception a few hours earlier. Again, notable for the absence of models or even Russian prozzies. Presumably the management of top hotels tries to moderate the influx. So he went to bed. Without even the calendar to er.. get excited over. Clearly he was too confident that the event would yield some beauty he could chat up etc or he'd have sensibly organised some entertainment for himself. There are concierges for this no?
I didn’t ask how much the whole thing had cost but just thought I’d let all Pirelli dreamers out there that reality as it often does, is a bit of a let down. For me the useful information was that it’s Kate who does it for him. Surrounded as he usually is by the likes of Mediterranean beauties a’ la Monica Bellucci, it’s telling that he dreams of the opposite body type. Mmmhhh. He does fantasise about being taken by a girl with a strap on so it should be a boyish girl rather than a sex mama like Monica…what's he doing having a drink with me then. Ha ha, yes me and Bellucci look the same, if you should ask.

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