I read in an article that Kathleen Tynan, late. Wife of the late Kenneth, had "inner poise" and, when writing, was to be found immaculately dressed, sitting at a small table in the centre of the room sipping at a gla.s.s of chilled white, wine. Kathleen Tynan would not, when late with a press release for Perpetua, lie fully dressed and terrified under the duvet, chain-smoking, glugging cold sake sake out of a beaker and putting on make-up as a hysterical displacement activity. Kathleen Tynan would not allow Daniel Cleaver to sleep with her whenever he felt like it but not be her boyfriends Nor would she become insensible with drink and be sick. Wish to be like Kathleen Tynan (though not, obviously, dead). out of a beaker and putting on make-up as a hysterical displacement activity. Kathleen Tynan would not allow Daniel Cleaver to sleep with her whenever he felt like it but not be her boyfriends Nor would she become insensible with drink and be sick. Wish to be like Kathleen Tynan (though not, obviously, dead).
Lately, therefore, whenever things have risked ranging out of control, I have repeated the phrase "inner poise" and imagined myself wearing white linen and sitting at a table with flowers on it. "Inner poise." No f.a.gs for six days now. Have a.s.sumed air of dignified hauteur with Daniel and not messaged, flirted or slept with him for three weeks. Only three alcohol units consumed over the last week as grudging concession to Tom, who complained that spending the evening with the new vice-free me was like going out for dinner with a whelk, scallop or other flaccid sea-creature.
My body is a temple. I wonder if it"s time to go to bed yet? Oh no, it"s only 8.30. Inner poise. Ooh. Telephone.
9 p.m. It was my father, speaking in a weird, disconnected voice, almost as if he were a dalek. It was my father, speaking in a weird, disconnected voice, almost as if he were a dalek.
"Bridget. Turn your television set to BBC 1."
I switched channels and lurched in horror. It was trailer for the Anne and Nick show and there, frozen in a video-effect diamond between Anne and Nick on the sofa, was my mother, all bouffed and made-up, as if she were Katie b.l.o.o.d.y Boyle or someone.
"Nick," said Anne pleasantly.
" . . . and we"ll be introducing, our new Springtime Slot," said Nick, "Suddenly Single" - a dilemma being faced by a growing number of women. Anne."
"And introducing spanking new presenter Pam Jones said Anne. ""Suddenly Single" herself and making her "TV debut."
While Anne was speaking my mother unfroze within the diamond, which started whooshing towards the front of the screen, obscuring Anne and Nick, and revealing, as it did so, that my mother was thrusting a microphone under the nose of a mousy-looking woman.
"Have you had suicidal thoughts?" boomed my mother.
"Yes," said the mousy woman and burst into tears at which point the picture froze, turned on its end and whizzed off into one comer to reveal Anne and Nick on the sofa again looking sepulchral.
Dad was devastated. Mum hadn"t even told him about the TV-presenting job. It seems he is in denial and has convinced himself Mum is just having an end-of-life crisis and that she already realizes she has made a mistake but is too embarra.s.sed to ask to come back.
Actually, I"m all for denial. You can convince yourself of any scenario you choose and it keeps you as happy as a sandboy - as long as your ex-partner doesn"t pop up on your television screen forging a new career out of not being married to you any more. I tried to pretend it didn"t mean there was no hope, and that Mum might be planning their reunion as a really grabby end to the series, but it didn"t wash. Poor Dad. I don"t think he knows anything about Julio or the man from the tax office. I asked him if he"d like me to come up tomorrow and we could go out and have a nice supper together on Sat.u.r.day night and maybe go for a walk on Sunday, but he said be was all right. The Alconburys are holding an Olde English supper on Sat.u.r.day night for the Lifeboat.
Tuesday 4 April
Determined, now, to tackle constant lateness for work and failure to address in-tray bulging with threats from bailiffs, etc. Resolve to begin self-improvement programme with time-and-motion study.
7 a.m. Get weighed. Get weighed.7.03 a.m. Return to bed in sulk over weight. Head-state bad. Sleeping or getting up equally out of question. Think about Daniel. Return to bed in sulk over weight. Head-state bad. Sleeping or getting up equally out of question. Think about Daniel.7.30 a.m. Hunger pains force self out of bed. Make coffee, consider grapefruit. Defrost chocolate croissant. Hunger pains force self out of bed. Make coffee, consider grapefruit. Defrost chocolate croissant.7.35-7.50 a.m. Look out of window. Look out of window. 7.55 a.m. 7.55 a.m. Open wardrobe. Stare at clothes. Open wardrobe. Stare at clothes. 8 am. Select shirt. Try to find black Lycra miniskirt. Pull clothes out of bottom of wardrobe in quest for skirt. Go through drawers and search behind bedroom chair. Go through ironing basket. Go through dirty linen basket. Skirt has vanished. Have cigarette to cheer self up. 8 am. Select shirt. Try to find black Lycra miniskirt. Pull clothes out of bottom of wardrobe in quest for skirt. Go through drawers and search behind bedroom chair. Go through ironing basket. Go through dirty linen basket. Skirt has vanished. Have cigarette to cheer self up.8.20 a.m. Dry skin brushing (anti-cellulite), bath and hairwash. Dry skin brushing (anti-cellulite), bath and hairwash.8.35 a.m. Begin selection of underwear. Laundry crisis means only available pants are vast white cotton. Too unattractive to contemplate, even for work (psychological damage). Go back to ironing basket. Find unsuitably small black lacy pair - p.r.i.c.kly but better than giant Mummy-pant horror. Begin selection of underwear. Laundry crisis means only available pants are vast white cotton. Too unattractive to contemplate, even for work (psychological damage). Go back to ironing basket. Find unsuitably small black lacy pair - p.r.i.c.kly but better than giant Mummy-pant horror. 8.45 a.m. 8.45 a.m. Start on black opaque tights. Pair one seems to have Shrunk - crotch is three inches above knees. Get second pair on and find hole on back of leg. Throw away. Suddenly remember had Lycra mini-skirt on when returned home with Daniel last time. Go to living room. Triumphantly locate skirt between cushions on sofa. Start on black opaque tights. Pair one seems to have Shrunk - crotch is three inches above knees. Get second pair on and find hole on back of leg. Throw away. Suddenly remember had Lycra mini-skirt on when returned home with Daniel last time. Go to living room. Triumphantly locate skirt between cushions on sofa.8.55 a.m. Return to tights. Pair three have hole only in toe. Put on. Hole transforms into ladder which will protrude tellingly from shoe. Go to ironing basket. Locate last pair of black opaque tights twisted into rope-like object speckled with bits of tissue. Untangle and purge of tissue. Return to tights. Pair three have hole only in toe. Put on. Hole transforms into ladder which will protrude tellingly from shoe. Go to ironing basket. Locate last pair of black opaque tights twisted into rope-like object speckled with bits of tissue. Untangle and purge of tissue.9.05 a.m. Have got tights on now. Add skirt. Begin ironing shirt. Have got tights on now. Add skirt. Begin ironing shirt.9.10 a.m. Suddenly realize hair is drying in weird shape. Search for hairbrush. Locate in handbag. Blow-dry hair. Will not go right. Spray with plant spray and blow some more. Suddenly realize hair is drying in weird shape. Search for hairbrush. Locate in handbag. Blow-dry hair. Will not go right. Spray with plant spray and blow some more.9.40 a.m. Return to ironing and discover stubborn stain on front of shirt. All other possible shirts dirty. Panic about time. Try to wash out stain. Entire shirt now soaking wet. Iron dry. Return to ironing and discover stubborn stain on front of shirt. All other possible shirts dirty. Panic about time. Try to wash out stain. Entire shirt now soaking wet. Iron dry.9.55 a.m. V. late now. In despair, have f.a.g and read holiday brochure for calming five minutes. V. late now. In despair, have f.a.g and read holiday brochure for calming five minutes.10 a.m. Try to find handbag. Handbag has vanished. Decide to see if anything nice has come in the mail. Try to find handbag. Handbag has vanished. Decide to see if anything nice has come in the mail.10.07 a.m. Access letter only, about non-payment of minimum payment, Try to remember what was looking for. Restart quest for handbag. Access letter only, about non-payment of minimum payment, Try to remember what was looking for. Restart quest for handbag.10.15 a.m. Beyond lateness now. Suddenly remember had handbag in bedroom when looking for hairbrush but cannot find. Eventually locate under clothes from wardrobe. Return clothes to wardrobe. Put on jacket. Prepare to leave house. Cannot find keys. Scour house in rage. Beyond lateness now. Suddenly remember had handbag in bedroom when looking for hairbrush but cannot find. Eventually locate under clothes from wardrobe. Return clothes to wardrobe. Put on jacket. Prepare to leave house. Cannot find keys. Scour house in rage. 10.25 a.m. 10.25 a.m. Find keys in handbag. Realize have forgotten hairbrush. Find keys in handbag. Realize have forgotten hairbrush.10.35 a.m. Leave house.
Three hours and thirty-five minutes between waking and leaving house is too long. In future must get straight up when wake and reform entire laundry system. Open up paper to read that convicted murderer in America is convinced the authorities have planted a microchip in his b.u.t.tocks to monitor his movements, so to speak. Horrified by thought of similar microchip being in own b.u.t.tocks, particularly in the mornings.
Wednesday 5 April
8st 13, alcohol units 5 (Jude"s fault), cigarettes 2 (sort of thing that could happen to anyone - does not mean have started smoking again), calories 1765, Instants 2.
Told Jude today about the inner poise thing and she said, interestingly, that she"d been reading a self-help book about Zen. She said, when you looked at life, Zen could be applied to anything - Zen and the art of shopping, Zen and the art of flatbuying, etc. She said that it was all a question of Flow rather than struggle. And if, for example, you had a problem or things were not working out, instead of straining or becoming angry you should just relax and feel your way into the Flow and everything would work out. It is, she said, rather like when you can"t get a key to open a lock and if you wiggle it furiously it gets worse, but take it out, stick a bit of lip gloss on it, then just sort of sense your way and Eureka! But not to mention idea to Sharon because she thought it was b.o.l.l.o.c.ks.
Thursday 6 April
Went to meet Jude for quiet drink to talk about Flow some more and noticed a familiar besuited figure with knitting-pattern dark good looks sitting in a quiet corner having dinner: it was Magda"s Jeremy. Waved at him and just for split second saw expression of horror cross his face, which instantly made me look to his companion who was a) not Magda. b) not yet thirty, c) wearing a suit which I have tried on twice in Whistles and had to take off as too expensive. b.l.o.o.d.y witch.
I could tell Jeremy was going to try to get away with the sort of quick "h.e.l.lo not now" look which acknowledges your close, old and enduring friendship but at the same time demonstrates that this is not the moment to affirm it with kisses and an in-depth chat. I was about to play along with it but then I thought, hang on a minute! Sisters! Under the skin! Magda! If Magda"s husband has nothing to be ashamed of in dining with this worthless trollop in my my suit, he will introduce me. suit, he will introduce me.
I altered my path to pa.s.s his table, at which he immersed himself deep in conversation with the trollop, glancing up as I walked past and giving me a firm, confident smile as if to say "business meeting." I gave him a look which said, "Don"t you business meeting me," and strutted on.
What should I do now, though? Oh dear, oh dear. Tell Magda? Not tell Magda? Ring Magda and ask if everything"s OK? Ring Jeremy and ask him if everything"s OK? Ring Jeremy and threaten to tell Magda unless he drops the witch in my suit? Mind my own business?
Remembering Zen, Kathleen Tynan and Inner Poise, I did a version of Salute to the Sun I remembered from distant Yogacise cla.s.s and centred myself, concentrating on the inner wheel, till the flow came. Then I resolved serenely to tell no one, as gossip is a virulent spreading poison. Instead I will ring Magda a lot and be there for her so if anything is amiss (which she is bound, with woman"s intuition, to sense), she will tell me. Then if, through Flow, it seems the right thing to do, I will tell her what I saw. Nothing of value comes through struggle; it is all about Flow. Zen and the art of life. Zen. Flow. Hmmm, but then how did I happen to b.u.mp into Jeremy and the worthless trollop if not through Flow? What does that mean, then?
Tuesday 11 April
8st alcohol units 0, cigarettes 0, Instants 9 (this must stop).
All seems normal with Magda and Jeremy so maybe it was just a business meeting. Maybe the Zen and Flow notion is correct, for there is no doubt that by relaxing and going with the vibes I have done the right thing. Am invited to a glittering literati launch of Kafka"s Motorbike Kafka"s Motorbike next week at the Ivy. Determined, instead of fearing the scary party, panicking all the way through and going home p.i.s.sed and depressed, am going to improve social skills, confidence and Make Parties Work for Me - as guided by article have just read in magazine. next week at the Ivy. Determined, instead of fearing the scary party, panicking all the way through and going home p.i.s.sed and depressed, am going to improve social skills, confidence and Make Parties Work for Me - as guided by article have just read in magazine.
Apparently, Tina Brown of The New Yorker New Yorker is brilliant at dealing with parties, gliding prettily from group to group, saying, "Martin Aims! Nelson Mandela! Richard Gere!" in a tone which at once suggests, "My G.o.d, I have never been more enchanted to see anyone in my entire life! Have you met the most dazzling person at the party apart from you? Talk! Talk! Must network! Byeee!" Wish to be like Tina Brown, though not, obviously, quite so hardworking. is brilliant at dealing with parties, gliding prettily from group to group, saying, "Martin Aims! Nelson Mandela! Richard Gere!" in a tone which at once suggests, "My G.o.d, I have never been more enchanted to see anyone in my entire life! Have you met the most dazzling person at the party apart from you? Talk! Talk! Must network! Byeee!" Wish to be like Tina Brown, though not, obviously, quite so hardworking.
The article is full of useful tips. One should never, apparently, talk to anyone at a party for more than two minutes. When time is up, you simply say, "I think we"re expected to circulate. Nice to meet you," and go off. If you get lost for words after asking someone what they do to which they reply "Undertaker" or "I work for the Child Support Agency," you must simply ask, "Do you enjoy that?" When introducing people add a thoughtful detail or two about each person so that their interlocutor has a conversational kicking-off point. E.g., "This is John - he"s from New Zealand and enjoys windsurfing." Or, "Gina is a keen skydiver and lives on a barge."
Most importantly, one must never go to a party without a clear objective: "whether it be to "network," thereby adding to your spread of contacts to improve your career, to make friends with someone specific; or simply "clinch" a top deal. Understand where have been going wrong by going to parties armed only with objective of not getting too p.i.s.sed.
Monday 17 April
8st12, alcohol units 0 (v.g.), cigarettes 0 (v.g.), cigarettes 0 (v.g.), Instants 5 Instants 5 (but won 2 so total Instants expenditure only 3). (but won 2 so total Instants expenditure only 3).
Right. Tomorrow is Kafka"s Motorbike. Am going to work out clear set of objectives. In a minute. Will just watch adverts then ring up Jude.
Right.
1) Not to get too p.i.s.sed.
2) To aim to meet people to network with.
Hmmmm. Anyway, will think of some more later.
11 p.m. Right. Right.
3) To put the social skills from the article into action.
4) To make Daniel think I have inner poise and want to get off with me again. No. No.
4) To meet and sleep with s.e.x G.o.d.
4) To make interesting contacts in the publishing world, possibly even other professions in order to find new career.
Oh G.o.d. Do not want to go to scary party. Want to stay home with bottle of wine and watch Eastenders Eastenders.
Tuesday 18 April
9st7 (oh dear), cigarettes 30, calories (cannot bear to think about it), Instants 1 (excellent). bear to think about it), Instants 1 (excellent).
Party got off to a bad start when could nor see anyone that I knew to introduce to each other. Found myself a drink then spotted Perpetua talking to James from the Telegraph Telegraph. Approached Perpetua confidently, ready to swing into action but instead of saying "James, Bridget comes from Northamptonshire and is a keen gymnast" (am going to start going to gym again soon), Perpetua just carried on talking - well beyond the two-minute mark and ignored me.
I hung around for a while feeling a total git, then spotted Simon from Marketing. Cunningly pretending I had not intended to join Perpetua"s conversation at all, I bore down purposefully upon Simon, preparing to say, "Simon Barnett!" in the style of Tina Brown. When I was almost there, however, I noticed that, unfortunately, Simon from Marketing was talking to Julian Barnes. Suspecting that I might not be able to fully pull off crying, "Simon Barnett! Julian Barnes!" with quite the required gaiety and tone tone, I hovered indecisively then started to sidle away, at which point Simon said in an irritated superior voice (one you, funnily enough, never hear him use when he is trying to get off with you by the photocopier), "Did you want something, Bridget?" I hovered indecisively then started to sidle away, at which point Simon said in an irritated superior voice (one you, funnily enough, never hear him use when he is trying to get off with you by the photocopier), "Did you want something, Bridget?"
"Ah! Yes!" I said, panicking wildly about what it was I could possibly want. "Ahm."
"Yeees?" Simon and Julian Barnes looked at me expectantly.
"Do you know where the toilets are?" I blurted out. d.a.m.n. d.a.m.n. Why? Why did I say that? I saw a faint smile hover over the thin-but-attractive lips of Julian Barnes.
"Ah, actually I think they"re over there. Jolly good. Thanks," I said, and made for the exit. Once out of the swinging doors I slumped against the wall, trying to get my breath back, thinking, "inner poise, inner poise." It was not going particularly well so far, there were no two ways about it.
I looked wistfully at the stairs. The thought of going home, putting my nightie on and turning on the telly began to seem irresistibly attractive. Remembering the Party Objectives, though, I breathed in deeply through my nose, murmured, "inner poise" and pushed through the doors back into the party. Perpetua was still by the door, talking to her ghastly friends Piggy and Arabella.
"Ah, Bridget," she said. "Are you going to get a drink?" and held out her gla.s.s. When I returned with three gla.s.ses of wine and a Perrier they were in full autowitter.
"I have to say, I think it"s disgraceful. All it means in this day and age is that a whole generation of people only get to know the great works of literature - Austen, Eliot, d.i.c.kens, Shakespeare, and so on - through the television."
"Well, quite. It"s absurd. Criminal."
"Absolutely. They think that what they see when they"re "channel hopping" between Noel"s House Party Noel"s House Party and and Blind Date Blind Date actually is Austen or Eliot." actually is Austen or Eliot."
"Blind Date is on Sat.u.r.days," I said. is on Sat.u.r.days," I said.
"I"m sorry?" said Perpetua.
"Sat.u.r.days. Blind Date Blind Date is on Sat.u.r.days at seven-fifteen, after is on Sat.u.r.days at seven-fifteen, after Gladiators Gladiators."
"So?" said Perpetua sneerily, with a sideways glance at Arabella and Piggy.
"Those big literary adaptations don"t tend to go out on Sat.u.r.day nights."
"Oh look, there"s Mark," interrupted Piggy.