Oh, rats, there go my dreams of being part of a Group. Julian is such a killjoy.
Apparently, I am “a member of a group of freelance intellectuals who gather round The Philosophers’ Magazine and live by their pens.” Sounds very glamorous, in a bohemian kind of way. If you said three people who sit alone in front of computers all day in their underwear, it wouldn’t have quite the same ring.
Oh, is that all it is? How sad. I thought it was more than that. I had this pleasing, albeit vague, idea of a nice populous crowd of freelance intellectuals all gathered around TPM thinking. I admit I couldn’t have told you who they were if you’d asked, but it was a pleasing idea anyway. It’s a bit of a bump to find it reduced to three people, one of whom is me, so that from my perspective it’s only two. But I deny the underwear claim; I deny it utterly. Unless sweatpants count as underwear because one doesn’t wear them in public, at least I don’t; but I don’t consider them underwear, especially since they’re not under.
As for glamorous in a bohemian kind of way though – well come on, we’re glamorous-bohemian; of course we are. There was that time we went to that combination petrol station-miniature grocery store in Sutton – Julian got some milk for breakfast and Jeremy got a chocolate bar and furtively ate it. What could be more bohemian and glamorous than that? It’s right up there with lunch at the Algonquin or tea at Garsington with Virginia and Lytton and Ottoline and Bubbles. Don’t you think? Of course.
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14 responses to “La vie en rose”
Words fail me
( There, that should be good for some snaking comments )
You have to pick now not to mention blackmail?
Can you repeat that ?
La Vie en Rose – Online bohemian sweatpants Shop and other alluring intellectual accessories for sale at bargain basement prices. Dont all three of you rush at once.
Your bottle of absinthe is in the post.
I’d watch out for those green fairies, while slurping down same. They’re not all Irish you know? Gruetzi wohl and slainte. Have a blooming good yodel while yer at it, it’ll help the medicine go down real smooth.
A double of Bushmills Green-Label (10-yr old single) please!
And your packet of Gauloises…
‘Your bottle of absinthe is in the post’ – I should watch the absinthe if I were you. It gives you massive palpitations. You know what they say: ‘Absinthe makes the heart go stronger.’
It’s well documented that the Bloomsburries spent quite a lot of time in their underwear, and quite a lot of time out of it too. What is Julian really trying to say here ?
Yeah, we’re “a very dritte crowd” indeed? Computers make our minds grow stronger!
“and quite a lot of time out of it too.”
Bloody hell. I’m now trying very hard not to imagine Julian out of his underwear!
Glad to bring something so proliferant to the party.
There was a howling wind as the wooooooooooooooolf roared out, as it was on the outside looking in at the party crowd.