Saturday 23rd March 2013
Snowing: just about to board for the wilds of Sandringham St Kil for long-planned dinner and sleep-over with Joshua Baring, our youngest Poor Little Rich Gay. Taking Patrick Lockyer (fabulous hair) and Jesus with. Let danger of Death be no barrier to gaining for this dinner.
Have planned my outfits. Tomorrow am to be cap a ped cream in St Kil. See graph below.
Last night The Winslow Boy. It’s a play. Completely loved it. Not a moment of planning new schemes of decor. No wandering mind as per. Reggie Cresswell not keen though. Thought it dated. Lord Arrowby lavished and paid for all the tickets! Stalls! 6 stalls seats. Champagne in the interval. Our presence noted by other Gays (not known to us) in the theatre such was our profile.
The main thing was the glory of Lord Arrowby, my former part-time love interest. Something’s changed. His radiance and miraculous translucent quality now!
Doesn’t ‘translucent’ mean something you can see through?
No wonder Lord A is now a ‘former’ part-time love interest
I meant to suggest a saintly,other-worldly quality of great beauty rather than absence of existence. His lallies are still fantastically pneumatic