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  • 28. Holding the torch

    Am I the only one who does a good line in weeping in restaurant toilets? Because twenty minutes into meeting the newest member of the Secret Royal Family and that’s where I was. I wasn’t prepared for how perfect she would be, how much love and vulnerablility travelled with her, how Stu’s face would soften…

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  • 27. And there she was

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  • 26. Can sperm be a gift?

    Have you ever seen a Persian cat panic?  They stick out their little pink tongues and pant. I’ll put money on the fact that there’s a bit of that going on in 312 this morning. That’s because the purpose of the trip is finally upon us. We’re going to meet Orla May at 1pm and…

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  • 25. Women talk too much

    Just putting it out there. I’m sure if you’d been trapped  in Eurostar’s carriage 7 seat 23 with the world’s dullest woman in seat 20, I think you’d agree. Although you might be kinder and say THAT woman talks too much.  Which is possibly true, but not much of a story. Unbelievable the shit she…

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  • 24. It doesn’t need a reason

    I can last about two hours in a gallery without needing to leave and  look at the sky. And a visit to the Pompidou Centre proved no exception.  I was taken by Yayoi Kasuma’s retrospective, a Japanese artist I have greatly admired since seeing her work at Sydney’s MCA a few years ago. She seeks…

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  • 23. Scene of the crime

     So we found ourselves in yet another Paris bar drinking house red. Unusual I know. And to be honest we thought it was tres ordinaire – until I found myself talking to some locals. La Perle has been a famous fashionista hangout for years – like one hundred years – and is total facehunter territory. Like…

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