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

Thursday, May 12, 2011

12 May - East is Best

It felt weird preparing to go out /cross London to go eat at Viajante knowing that L. was instead preparing to go to his goddaughter funeral first thing. Reason I thought of him was that he lives Stoke N way and so had previously asked if wanted to come out for a drink at the bar.

But tragedy is unique to who it befalls... so you don't feel guilty sipping your cocktail even though you think of how utterly bereft that family feels right now. Viajante and the Town Hall get top marks. Super staff, super ambiance. Shabby street outside but they probably take the long wiew on its eventual gentrification. They probably say edgy area and they do provide shuttle to civilisation ie Liverpool St or Shoreditch central.

I sort of diminished the effect by going to Passing Clouds just because it was there. Note to self, you really, really no longer belong to any clubbing night. It's gone.


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