"Do you have to be a pouff to enter?" I asked, fiddling with a bit of polystyrene.
"No. Anyone can enter: women, animals, anything. That"s exactly the problem," he said, flouncing back to the mirror. "Sometimes I think I"d stand more chance trying to win with a really confident dog."
Eventually we agreed that though the global warming theme in itself in itself was faultless, the polystyrene sphere was not, perhaps, the most flattering shape for evening wear. In fact in the end we found we were thinking more toward a fluid sheath of shot-silk-effect Yves Klein blue, floating over smoke and earth shades to symbolize the melting of the polar ice caps. was faultless, the polystyrene sphere was not, perhaps, the most flattering shape for evening wear. In fact in the end we found we were thinking more toward a fluid sheath of shot-silk-effect Yves Klein blue, floating over smoke and earth shades to symbolize the melting of the polar ice caps.
Deciding I wasn"t going to get the best out of Tom over Mark Darcy just at the moment, I excused myself before it got too late, promising to think hard about Swim and Daywear. When I got back I called Jude but she started telling me about a marvelous new oriental idea in this month"s Cosmopolitan Cosmopolitan called Feng Shui, which helps you get everything you want in life. All you have to do, apparently, is clean out all the cupboards in your flat to unblock yourself, then divide the flat up into nine sections (which is called mapping the ba-gua), each of which represents a different area of your life: career, family, relationships, wealth, or offspring, for example. Whatever you have in that area of your house will govern how that area of your life performs. For example, if you keep finding you have no money it could be due to the presence of a wastepaper basket in your Wealth Comer. called Feng Shui, which helps you get everything you want in life. All you have to do, apparently, is clean out all the cupboards in your flat to unblock yourself, then divide the flat up into nine sections (which is called mapping the ba-gua), each of which represents a different area of your life: career, family, relationships, wealth, or offspring, for example. Whatever you have in that area of your house will govern how that area of your life performs. For example, if you keep finding you have no money it could be due to the presence of a wastepaper basket in your Wealth Comer.
V. excited by new theory as could explain a lot. Resolve to buy Cosmo Cosmo at earliest opportunity. Jude says not to tell Sharon as, naturally, she thinks Feng Shui is b.o.l.l.o.c.ks. Managed, eventually, to bring conversation round to Mark Darcy. at earliest opportunity. Jude says not to tell Sharon as, naturally, she thinks Feng Shui is b.o.l.l.o.c.ks. Managed, eventually, to bring conversation round to Mark Darcy.
"Of course "Of course you don"t fancy him, Bridge, the thought never crossed my mind for a second," said Jude. She said the answer was obvious: I should have a dinner party and invite him. you don"t fancy him, Bridge, the thought never crossed my mind for a second," said Jude. She said the answer was obvious: I should have a dinner party and invite him.
"It"s perfect," she said. "It"s not like asking him for a date, so it takes away all the pressure and you can show off like mad and get all your friends to pretend to think you"re marvelous."
"Jude," I said, hurt, "did you say, "pretend"?"
Friday 3 November
9st2 (humph), alcohol units 2, cigarettes 8, Smoothies 13, calories 5245.
11 a.m. V. excited about dinner party. Have bought marvelous new recipe book by Marco Pierre White. At last understand the simple difference between home cooking and restaurant food. As Marco says, it is all to do with V. excited about dinner party. Have bought marvelous new recipe book by Marco Pierre White. At last understand the simple difference between home cooking and restaurant food. As Marco says, it is all to do with concentration concentration of taste. The secret of sauces, of course, apart from taste concentration, lies in real stock. One must boil up large pans of fish bones, chicken carca.s.ses, etc., then freeze them in form of ice-stockcubes. Then cooking to Michelin star standard becomes as easy as making shepherd"s pie: easier, in fact, as do not need to peel potatoes, merely confit them in goose fat. Cannot believe have not realized this before. of taste. The secret of sauces, of course, apart from taste concentration, lies in real stock. One must boil up large pans of fish bones, chicken carca.s.ses, etc., then freeze them in form of ice-stockcubes. Then cooking to Michelin star standard becomes as easy as making shepherd"s pie: easier, in fact, as do not need to peel potatoes, merely confit them in goose fat. Cannot believe have not realized this before.
This will be the menu: Veloute of Celery (v. simple and cheap when have made stock).
Char-grilled Tuna on Veloute of Cherry Tomatoes Coulis with Confit of Garlic and Fondant Potatoes.
Confit of Oranges. Grand Marnier Creme Anglaise.
Will be marvelous. Will become known as brilliant but apparently effortless cook.
People will flock to my dinner parties, enthusing, "It"s really great going to Bridget"s for dinner, one gets Michelin star-style food in a bohemian setting." Mark Darcy will be v. impressed and will realize I am not common or incompetent.
Sunday 5 November
9st (disaster), cigarettes 32, alcohol units 6 (shop has run out of Smoothies---careless b.a.s.t.a.r.ds), calories 2266, lottery tickets 4.
7 p.m. Humph. Bonfire night and not invited to any bonfires. Rockets going off tauntingly left right and center. Going round to Tom"s. Humph. Bonfire night and not invited to any bonfires. Rockets going off tauntingly left right and center. Going round to Tom"s.
11 p.m. b.l.o.o.d.y good evening at Tom"s, who was trying to deal with the fact that the Alternative Miss World t.i.tle had gone to Joan of b.l.o.o.d.y Arc. b.l.o.o.d.y good evening at Tom"s, who was trying to deal with the fact that the Alternative Miss World t.i.tle had gone to Joan of b.l.o.o.d.y Arc.
"The thing that makes me really angry is that they say it isn"t a beauty contest but really it is. I mean, I"m sure if it wasn"t for this nose . . . " said Tom, staring at himself furiously in the mirror.
"What?"
"My nose."
"What"s wrong with it?"
"What"s wrong with it? Chuh! Look Look at it." at it."
It turned Out there was a very, very tiny b.u.mp where someone had shoved a gla.s.s in his face when he was seventeen. "Do you see what I mean?"
My feeling was, as I explained, that the b.u.mp in itself couldn"t be blamed for Joan of Arc s.n.a.t.c.hing the t.i.tle from directly beneath it, as it were, unless the judges were using a Hubble telescope, but then Tom started saying he was too fat as well and was going on a diet.
"How many calories are you supposed to eat if you"re on a diet?" he said.
"About a thousand. Well, I usually aim for a thousand and come in at about fifteen hundred," I said, realizing as I said it that the last bit wasn"t strictly true.
"A thousand?" said Tom, incredulously. "But I thought you needed two thousand just to survive."
I looked at him nonplussed. I realized that I have spent so many years being on a diet that the idea that you might actually need calories to survive has been completely wiped out of my conscious- ness. Have reached point where believe nutritional ideal is to eat nothing at all and that the only reason people eat is because they are so greedy they cannot stop themselves from breaking out and ruining their diets.
"How many calories in a boiled egg?" said Tom.
"Seventy-five."
"Banana?"
"Large or small?"
"Small."
"Peeled?"
"Yes."
"Eighty," I said, confidently.
"Olive?"
"Black or green?"
"Black."
"Nine."
"Chocolate biscuit?"
"A hundred and twenty-one."
"Box of Milk Tray?"
"Ten thousand eight hundred and ninety-six."
"How do you know all this?"
I thought about it. "I just do, as one knows one"s alphabet or times tables."
"OK. Nine eights," said Tom.
"Sixty-four. No, fifty-six. Seventy-two."
"What letter comes before J? Quick."
"P. L, I mean."
Tom says I am sick but I happen to know for a fact that I am normal and no different from everyone else, i.e., Sharon and Jude. Frankly, I am quite worried about Tom. I think taking part in a beauty contest has started to make him crack under the pressures we women have long been subjected to and he is becoming insecure, appearance obsessed and borderline anorexic.
Evening climaxed with Tom cheering himself up letting off rockets from the roof terrace into the garden of the people below who Tom says are h.o.m.ophobic.
Thursday 9 November
8st 13 (better without Smoothies), alcohol units 5 (better than having huge stomach full of pureed fruit), cigarettes 12, calories 1456 (excellent).
V. excited about the dinner party. Fixed for a week on Tuesday. This is the guest list:
JudeVile Richard Shazzer TomPretentious Jerome(unless get v. lucky and it is off between him and Tom by Tuesday) between him and Tom by Tuesday) Magda JeremyMe Mark Darcy
Mark Darcy seemed very pleased when I rang him up.
"What are you going to cook?" he said. "Are you good at cooking?"
"Oh, you know . . . " I said. "Actually, I usually use Marco Pierre White. It"s amazing how simple it can be if one goes for a concentration of taste."
He laughed and then said, "Well, don"t do anything too complicated. Remember everyone"s coming to see you you, not to eat parfaits in sugar cages."
Daniel would never have said anything nice like that. V. much looking forward to the dinner party.
Sat.u.r.day 11 November
8st 12, alcohol units 4, cigarettes 35 (crisis), calories 456 (off food).
Tom has disappeared. First began to fear for him this morning when Sharon rang saying wouldn"t swear on her mother"s life but thought she"d seen him from the window of a taxi on Thursday night wandering along Ladbroke Grove with his hand over his mouth and, she thought, a black eye. By the time she"d got the taxi to go back he"d disappeared. She"d left two messages for him yesterday asking if he was OK but had had no reply.
I suddenly realized, as she spoke, that I had left a message for Tom myself on Wednesday asking if he was around at the weekend and he hadn"t replied, which is not like him at all. Frantic phoning ensued. Tom"s phone just rang and rang, so I called Jude who said she hadn"t heard from him either. I tried Tom"s Pretentious Jerome: nothing. Jude said she"d ring Simon, who lives in next street to Tom, and get him to go round. She called back twenty minutes later saying Simon had rung Tom"s bell for ages and hammered on the door but no reply. Then Sharon rang again. She"d spoken to Rebecca, who thought Tom was supposed to be going to Michael"s for lunch. I called Michael who said Tom had left a weird message talking in an odd distorted voice saying he wasn"t going to be able to come and hadn"t given a reason.
3 p.m. Starting to feel really panicky, at the same time enjoying sense of being at center of drama. Am practically Tom"s best friend so everyone is ringing me and am adopting calm yet deeply concerned air about whole thing. Suddenly occurs to me that maybe he"s Just met someone new and is enjoying honeymoon-style s.h.a.g hideaway for a few days. Maybe it wasn"t him Sharon saw, or black eye is just product of lively enthusiastic young s.e.x or postmodern- style ironic retrospective Rocky Horror Show makeup. Must make more phone calls to test new theory. Starting to feel really panicky, at the same time enjoying sense of being at center of drama. Am practically Tom"s best friend so everyone is ringing me and am adopting calm yet deeply concerned air about whole thing. Suddenly occurs to me that maybe he"s Just met someone new and is enjoying honeymoon-style s.h.a.g hideaway for a few days. Maybe it wasn"t him Sharon saw, or black eye is just product of lively enthusiastic young s.e.x or postmodern- style ironic retrospective Rocky Horror Show makeup. Must make more phone calls to test new theory.
3:30 p.m. General opinion quashes new theory, since it is widely agreed to be impossible for Tom to meet new man, let alone start affair, without ringing everyone up to show off. Cannot argue with that. Wild thoughts ranging through head. No denying that Tom has been disturbed lately. Start to wonder whether am really good friend. We are all so selfish and busy in London. Would it be possible for one of my friends to be so unhappy that they . . . ooh, that"s where I put this month"s General opinion quashes new theory, since it is widely agreed to be impossible for Tom to meet new man, let alone start affair, without ringing everyone up to show off. Cannot argue with that. Wild thoughts ranging through head. No denying that Tom has been disturbed lately. Start to wonder whether am really good friend. We are all so selfish and busy in London. Would it be possible for one of my friends to be so unhappy that they . . . ooh, that"s where I put this month"s Marie Clair Marie Claire: on top of fridge!
As flicked through Marie Claire Marie Claire started fantasizing about Tom"s funeral and what I would wear. Aaargh, have suddenly remembered MP who died in a plastic bag with tubes around neck and chocolate orange in mouth or something. Wonder if Tom has been doing weird s.e.xual practices without telling us? started fantasizing about Tom"s funeral and what I would wear. Aaargh, have suddenly remembered MP who died in a plastic bag with tubes around neck and chocolate orange in mouth or something. Wonder if Tom has been doing weird s.e.xual practices without telling us?