15 September - glastonburley
Ok, again a retrospective one just to say that the bucolic b'day bash for the 44 year old who had forgotten to celebrate his 40th and now had a second baby to show us all, went very well. It was blessed with sunny weather and the organisation was first rate, we didn't want for anything in the barn and the fields and my BF had taken the executive decision to book us into a nearby stately home instead of erecting a tent which we do not own to start with.
As we were arriving from different directions I met him there after a few days separation which works very well as he couldn't wait to get his hands on me. This was really lovely. Plenty of couples there but not that many or in fact any as touchyy feely as us. Not that we overdo it, but I don't know if anyone else managed to lose their brood of kids to go explore the woods and have a quick fuck with a view. I'd be surprised.
As with all these things you chat a little to people you already know and join the dots of how they come to be friends with your friend. Which is always interesting. Toph spent a lot of time talking to a superseded friend of his who's still a poker player but has lost his looks (Toph said he had shagged madonna back in the days), and I rather liked my driver JH who turns out to be the brother of someone I knew and the ex business partner in a failed restaurant of someone else I knew, and also liked a journalist with an italian name but not related to the ex MD of selfridges. I then read a few things she writes online and I thought thank god I never went down the route of lifestyle journalism. To have to write such crap (well not crap but hardly necessary stuff) in order to earn money, though working from home and all that, would just depress me too much.
JH also had the loveliest 7 year old daughter with him (he's divorced) and she was put to bed in the tent at the top of the hill 3 times and 3 times she walked all the way back down to see how the party was coming along and not really allowing dad to chill. By that point we were well away in bed. You know you had a good time when you arrive at your hotel and you're still clutching an empty cup of vodka in your hand.
It was a modern affair in so much as the house/grounds belonged to an ex g/friend of b'day boy who clearly has no issues with him anymore. She's a top TV laywer and I couldn't work how who she'd have 2 mill to own such a place plus the flat in London but apart from having been a movie laywer, she got to keep the farm after her commercials director ex f ucked off with a younger model. Sad but true. Hardly anyone ever gets the whole package for ever. She seemed pretty happy to play lady of the haystack but it must have hurt. Well, in fact it did. When it happened, b'day boy/the ex had to drive the 3 hours out of london worried she'd killed herself and then eventually found her passed out in a field. But that was... last year?
In the car back again with JH and TB, he was telling us stories of when he was briefly a hot artist in the 80's. He now acknowledges how much bullshit he and his mates talked and I told him to start a facebook thread to get all 80's hedonists from that circle to contribute photos and stories, so that he could collate them in a handy book. My favourite story was of when young D. one of is other 2 cohorts, was going out with the heiress to the Ford fortune in NY but she came back unexpectedly from somewhere to find him in bed with someone else and that was the end of that one. I told him to try and find her, maybe now she'd go for him (he's the clever one of the 3 I think). Very dapper too, head of white hair, but needs to take better care of his clothes before he goes all whitnail on us... Girls don't like stains.
As we were arriving from different directions I met him there after a few days separation which works very well as he couldn't wait to get his hands on me. This was really lovely. Plenty of couples there but not that many or in fact any as touchyy feely as us. Not that we overdo it, but I don't know if anyone else managed to lose their brood of kids to go explore the woods and have a quick fuck with a view. I'd be surprised.
As with all these things you chat a little to people you already know and join the dots of how they come to be friends with your friend. Which is always interesting. Toph spent a lot of time talking to a superseded friend of his who's still a poker player but has lost his looks (Toph said he had shagged madonna back in the days), and I rather liked my driver JH who turns out to be the brother of someone I knew and the ex business partner in a failed restaurant of someone else I knew, and also liked a journalist with an italian name but not related to the ex MD of selfridges. I then read a few things she writes online and I thought thank god I never went down the route of lifestyle journalism. To have to write such crap (well not crap but hardly necessary stuff) in order to earn money, though working from home and all that, would just depress me too much.
JH also had the loveliest 7 year old daughter with him (he's divorced) and she was put to bed in the tent at the top of the hill 3 times and 3 times she walked all the way back down to see how the party was coming along and not really allowing dad to chill. By that point we were well away in bed. You know you had a good time when you arrive at your hotel and you're still clutching an empty cup of vodka in your hand.
It was a modern affair in so much as the house/grounds belonged to an ex g/friend of b'day boy who clearly has no issues with him anymore. She's a top TV laywer and I couldn't work how who she'd have 2 mill to own such a place plus the flat in London but apart from having been a movie laywer, she got to keep the farm after her commercials director ex f ucked off with a younger model. Sad but true. Hardly anyone ever gets the whole package for ever. She seemed pretty happy to play lady of the haystack but it must have hurt. Well, in fact it did. When it happened, b'day boy/the ex had to drive the 3 hours out of london worried she'd killed herself and then eventually found her passed out in a field. But that was... last year?
In the car back again with JH and TB, he was telling us stories of when he was briefly a hot artist in the 80's. He now acknowledges how much bullshit he and his mates talked and I told him to start a facebook thread to get all 80's hedonists from that circle to contribute photos and stories, so that he could collate them in a handy book. My favourite story was of when young D. one of is other 2 cohorts, was going out with the heiress to the Ford fortune in NY but she came back unexpectedly from somewhere to find him in bed with someone else and that was the end of that one. I told him to try and find her, maybe now she'd go for him (he's the clever one of the 3 I think). Very dapper too, head of white hair, but needs to take better care of his clothes before he goes all whitnail on us... Girls don't like stains.
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