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

Sunday, December 31, 2006

27 December - posh garages

Wer're on the way to a party of a friend's girlfriend who's recently sold her company for millions and millions. She still lives in Brixton but not for long methinks! We're wondering if instead of bringing bottles of champagne, we may be given a goody bag each containing some shares. Just so we don't feel so underachieving. Actually it's a subjective view. Actually, no, correct that, we're underachievers. Till the following exchange (one is a hedge fund manager, mid thirties)
'So J, your jag is not on the street anymore, where is it?'
'I found a garage, near the paul smith shop on westbourne park road.
'Ah well, so you have to walk ten mins, how much is your garage?'
'The same as my first mortgage' he deadpans. (he always lived in Notting Hill so do your sums).
3 of us in the car nearly weep with envy. The conversation moves on to the value of various companies and he says that ITV shares are shit. 1 of us has a considerable amount. He really weeps.

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