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

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

23 Dec - Marrakesh & Ted Baker

Friend went on hol in Marrakesh and Morocco and stayed in various fab riads including Richard Branson's sister's one. In one she had to listen at breakfast, by the pool and here and there to a loudmouthed, rude and horrid to his kids bloke who was there with wife and a baby I think. Horrid as in chiding them and sort of trying to make men out of them and this is how you do it dad style sort of way.

Turns out he's Mr Ted Baker. Not sure if that's his real name or just the shops' name. She's now forbidden me to buy anything there ever again. No great loss I say.


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