8 October - Sexy Paintings

So I didn't go to the new Saatchi, have a downer on him. But went to another gallery behind the Ritz specialising in oriental artists, in fact Chinese as they're all the rage. No sign of crunch time here yet as the champagne and sushi kept flowing and the DJ kept djing and the burlesque clad girls did what they normally do ie stand around and look pretty. I have no idea if Li Bo will sell any of his ultra sexy paintings, they were not expensive and I'd buy one if I had the wall to hang it on as £1,500 to £3k does not break the bank.Still, if he doesn't sell now, he's only 21 and can take a bit more rejection.

I was meeting a friend who in turn was meeting the ex married lover who she's had no contact with for a few months. She had deemed it a safe option to meet in public and with me as chaperone. Neither of us had expected the sexy paintings though. He took one look at them and declared they were too much (of a reminder of his nighttime romps with my friend) and having just come straight from his psychotherapist and not wanting to undo the good work... they repaired to the pub. My friend told me she finds him slightly pathetic now which is a good sign of recovery and getting out of providing just the relief from his stupid marriage if you see what I mean.

This quick exit though left me with no one to talk to apart from the lovely host but she has also other people to entertain and ones with pockets perhaps. I ended up chatting to this woman who normally ignores me at events though we know various mutual friends. This time she had her son in tow, fresh from joining Goldsmith where he will be an artist, and so I made nice conversation with the 20 something and this suddenly must have put me in her good books. Bizarre. I forgot she had been married to a famous magazine editor who in turn is the son of a famous painter (but she reminded me). When I got back I told Toph and he reminded me she'd also been the lover of a crazy actor father of a crazy singer. But what does the woman do I asked? She's a writer/columnist. Ahhhh. I see. All in all another one of the evenings I seem to have recently where I go out of my usual curiosity and because it's nice to be invited but I then have no appetite to talk to anyone much. What's going on? Will books be my only friends? Eventually?
tbc