After a mammoth wardrobe organisation last night I finally managed to track down a little black dress I can wear to le Gavroche next week. See? I ~can~ do dressing like a girl if I have to. Now debating whether I can get away with big stompy spikey boots of doom with it, or if I have to wear girl shoes. (Admittedly the girl shoes have a handcuff motif and are still very ~me~ but I do love the boots very very much indeed. Even if they sometimes hate me.)
Given I'm in London for four days this time, I really ought to be making more plans for the other days/nights but I'm too busy getting excited about ridiculously overpriced food. (Or as Kris put it, 'You could buy a hundred happy meals for that!')
Also really ought to get portfolio sorted and start circulating it around London recruitment agencies this week, on the offchance that any of them might want me to come in and see them while I'm in town - doubt anything will happen that quickly, but it's worth trying...
Given I'm in London for four days this time, I really ought to be making more plans for the other days/nights but I'm too busy getting excited about ridiculously overpriced food. (Or as Kris put it, 'You could buy a hundred happy meals for that!')
Also really ought to get portfolio sorted and start circulating it around London recruitment agencies this week, on the offchance that any of them might want me to come in and see them while I'm in town - doubt anything will happen that quickly, but it's worth trying...
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Lots of love
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(Okay, I'll be good...)
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Lots of love
Patrick
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