Life for Lola

Listening to the Scissor Sisters cd which I have loaned from Michelle in my office, hopefully she will be too busy today to demand it back from me, I shall stay out of her way and point my gaze toward the window on her approach. It is a good cd.

Tonight I am dining with a gentleman friend in Beaconsfield, a place where tills ring the loudest in the evening as the whole town has been converted into restaurant world. It is almost like a theme town. It is most unsettling to think that once there were ordinary shops and the hum of a community now it has been replaced with multinational food emporiums and the hum of an extractor fan.