I will start the book when I get home, but frankly women are idiots. We live in a world where there a hundreds of beautiful women and basically men can pick and choose, just as we can. A love story can start in an instant, with a smile. Now to be honest this is not what I want. I was just experimenting. I was laughing with two friends who were equally horrified by the sloppiness of the wife next to the bomb of a husband.
IN PETER MEDAK'S HOUSE |
An attractive woman sat next door to us and looked nervous. So I asked her what her name was and where she came from. She said she came from Maui, and her name was Rebecca Walker, a writer. I said a great friend of mine came from there too called Cat de Rham. She is a brilliant photographer. She knew my friend and they were best friends.
Then I spoke to the waiter, who lived in the next door street to me in London.
The third coincidence was the best. I bumped into the couple who ruined my marriage. The couple who wrote a letter to my husband saying I was having an affair. Still looking unscathed by the ghastliness of their behaviour. You see the wife was stealing from my supposed lover. It was funny because I felt nothing but pity for these two unhealthy humans. Worst of all the husband used to be a great friend. Perhaps I should also do a book called "How to be an evil bitch and get away with it" In any case the wife did not get away with it. Of course the couple are treated like lepers, people cross the street when they see them.
I shall go back to the drawing board tomorrow and start my story with them. You see I have never been happier, they in the end did me a favour, so perhaps I should have blown them a kiss?.
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