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'But Daddy and I are still fiends, darling. I'm just friends with Julio as well.'Grr. Grr. Grrr. I absolutely cannot deal with her when she's like this.'Anyway, I'll tell Elaine you'd love to come, shall I?' she said, picking up the inexplicable sewing machine as she headed for the door. 'Must fly. Byee!'I am not going to spend another evening being danced about in front of Mark Darcy like a sthingyful of puried turnip in front of a baby. I am going to have to leave the country or something.8 p.m. Off to dinner party. All the Smug Marrieds keep inviting me on Saturday nights now I am alone again, seating me opposite an increasingly horrifying selection of single men. It is very kind of them and I appreciate it v. much but it only seems to highlight my emotional failure and isolation - though Magda says I should remember that being single is better than having an adulterous, sexually incontinent husband.Midnight. Oh dear. Everyone was trying to cheer up the spare man (thirty-seven, newly divorced by wife, sample view: 'I have to say, I do think Michael Howard is somewhat unfairly maligned.').'Don't know what you're complaining about,' Jeremy www.billigevuittononlineshop.de was holding forth to him. 'Men get more attractive when they get older and women get less attractive, so all those twenty-two-year-olds who wouldn't look at you when you were twenty-five will be gagging for it.'I sat, head down, quivering furiously at their inferences of female sell-by dates and life as game of musical chairs where girls without a chair/man when the music stops/they pass thirty are 'out.' Huh. As if.'Oh yes, I quite agree it's much the best to go for younger partners,' I burst out, airily. 'Men in their thirties are such bores with their hang-ups and obsessive delusions that all women are trying to trap them into marriage. These days I'm only really interested in men in their early twenties. They're so much better able to . . . well, you know . . . ''Really?' said Magda, rather too eagerly. 'How . . . ?''Yes, you're interested,' interjected Jeremy, glaring at Magda. 'But the point is they're not interested in you.'
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Someone called Gav said 'Hi': twenty-two maybe, sexy, in a shrunken T-shirt revealing a chopping-board-like midriff.'It's really, really, really, really amazing,' Gav was saying. 'It's, like, a sullied Utopia with these really really really good echoes of, like, lost national identities.'He led us excitedly across the big white space to a toilet paper roll: inside out with the cardboard outside the paper.They looked at me expectantly. Suddenly I knew I was going to cry. Tom was now drooling over a giant bar of soap bearing the imprint of a thingy. Gav was staring at me. 'Wow, that is, like, a really, really, really wild . louis vuitton online shop . . ' he whispered reverently as I blinked back tears, '. . . response.''Just going to the loo,' I blurted, rushing away past a configuration of sanitary-napkin bags. There was a queue outside a Portaloo, and I joined it, shaking. Suddenly, just when it was almost my turn, I felt a hand on my arm. It was Daniel.'Bridge, what are you doing here?''What does it look like?' I snapped. 'Excuse me, I'm in a hurry.' I burst into the cubicle and was just about to get on with it when I realized the toilet was actually a molding of the inside of a toilet, vacuum-packed in plastic. Then Daniel put his head round the door.'Bridge, don't wee on the Installation, will you?' he said, and closed the door again.When I came out he had vanished. I couldn't see Gav, Tom or anyone I knew. Eventually I found the real toilets, sat down and burst into tears, thinking I wasn't fit to be in society anymore, and just needed to get away till I stopped feeling like this. Tom was waiting outside..
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