Elizabeth Gilbert, Lonres & The Human Comedy.

Weekend 2010 - September 18^th & 19^th

Always can’t wait to read the FT on a Saturday morning for the moronic writings of The Secret Agent and the Fast Lane.  Not a week goes by without a ‘steam coming out of the ears’ academic or captain of industry asking why?  Why does The Secret Agent go on so many holidays and never seems exhausted with countless viewings?  Why does the Fast Lane feel the need to jump on a plane EVERY day?!

The Real Agent works at least 10 hours a day.  You need not apply unless you are an A1 psychologist, taxi driver, athlete and negotiator that would make the UN weak at the knees.

The gym – er once this week – not good enough.  One stone to loose before Christmas and walking from the Old Brompton Road to South Ken quickly is not going to shift it.  No alcohol for a week though which is excellent and boy do you feel the difference.

Watching Elizabeth Gilbert in conversation at the Cadogan Hall on Wednesday night, inspired me to reincarnate my blog.  Here was an attractive, ordinary woman, who had created an extraordinary life for herself.  The author of Eat Pray Love which is just being released as a movie with Julia Roberts playing Gilbert is inspiring.  Not necessary the content, but the fact that so many women felt moved to fill the Hall, with a few poor blokes reluctantly dragged there starving after work, when all they wanted was to be at home watching Eastenders with a nice glass of something and a bowl of pasta.  They wondered quite what they were doing there for an hour and a half watching a divorcee who had come full circle eating her way through Italy, meditation and prayer in India and finding love in Bali.  Whilst the assortment of women were enthralled with the crazy Belgian interviewer’s performance, the men furtively glanced their watches around 8pm and the home stretch.

Thursday night brought the annual estate agents jamboree at Burton Court in Chelsea known as Lonres.  An annual parade of the good, almost great and ever so slightly below average in the property world!  It would have been such a fabulous party had it actually been in the heatwave of June and not one that turned into a night of the living dead within half an hour of nightfall.  The new downloaded torch app on the i-phone was used until the battery had run dry and after about an hour the call of La Delizia beckoned to warm up the almost frostbitten hands and feet.  The new Gucci shoes and Joseph dress completely wasted in the dark, I wish I had worn a blanket.

Now I know that I like my theatre edgy and whilst the performance of The Human Comedy on Saturday night was far more uplifting than the recent performance of a suicide – 4.48 Psychosis by Sarah Kane at The Barbican – in POLISH which made it EVEN more bloody harrowing than it would have been in English – The Human Comedy, a musical based in California during the second World War was just at the other end of the scale.  We lasted till the end of the first half and whilst it would’ve been easy to let the production and music wash over you to the last chord, we thought we could guess the ending.  Due to Papa’s visit, we had decided uncharacteristically to jump on public transport with the result of the 170 home thinking we had stepped into the set of Adulthood – with the gasping pit bull being given pride of place of its own prominently placed seat.