So what now?

Yes I know I haven't posted in a while. I have been busy doing things but I think more of that comes from the fact I haven't been doing anything of real note for a while.

Of course I have had the usual round of parties and meeting up with girls but it is starting to feel a bit samey. I haven't do anything really fresh for a while. Perhaps I am in a rut? It isn't a bad rut to be in, if it is one I get to go to all sorts of interesting events and spend time with lots of rummy girls. Maybe I am just looking for more direction, or maybe I should set myself some goals. I would consider taking up religion but I can't find one with a dress-code I approve of and anyway morals and I are not to be mixed.

So what then? Maybe a list of things I want to do, or at least should do and then set about completing it. Of course what do I really want? Apart from a nice velvet suit and some spatz there isn't much I long for.

This will require some thought, possibly over a glass or two of Pimms.

Coffee...

I don't normally do much on the weekends, or at least I don't normally do much involving women. Traditionally they are a time of quiet reflection or perhaps a drink or two with the chaps to talk over the ills in the world.

Girls are not to be seen at weekends, for a start it may give them ideas and it cuts into prime cravat shopping time. Those two days are for and rest and possibly sporting activities.

As a shocking change from the normal last weekend I actually met up with a girl (Not Quite An Old Flame), it was for a coffee on a Sunday which isn't as bad I suppose. We met up near one of my usual haunts which appeared to have been taken over by young couples showing off their children.

Her parents were their, and her sister and her boyfriend. It was a quite pleasant way of spending and afternoon on the weekend, although I won't be changing my policy on such things.

The last couple of days have been manic and I am going to be in and out of the office for the rest of the week at various parties, which is a shame as it is our Designers last week.

The Constant Lure of Soho

I just spent a lovely lunch break chatting away to a terribly pleasant women eating French pastries on Soho and I very nearly didn't come back. For me Soho has a powerful allure and charm that I find awfully hard to resist. A chap shouldn't be too attached to Soho or people might get entirely the wrong opinion of him. One dances on a fine line when one is a Fop, get too many cravats and people start to think you are theatrical, of course this can be to ones advantage as they leave you alone with girlfriends when they really shouldn't.

Not that I would do anything as caddish as that, the time a chap pulled a Glock out on me in Texas has rather tempted my desire for any sort of love triangle related high-jinx.

Last night I managed to break a personal record, I attended four different parties for a reasonable amount of time. Usually after two I start to flag some-what and even if the cocktails are second rate I hang around under the want to not wear out my shoes too much traipsing around between venues.

The first party was a leaving do for an old friend it was interesting to meet his work fellows, who were a rather rowdy bunch after a few drinks in the best possible way - just the right side of bawdy and moving towards the wrong as the evening progressed.

After the speeches I scampered off to the second meeting with the 'Old-Not-Quite-A-Flame' girl. We almost started going out but she was going to go off to Thailand so didn't want to do anything serious, some text messages went missing in the ether and well it rather cooled off, I must state it was rather my fault - I got distracted by the actress which wasn't a terribly wise move. Anyway I met her and her sister and both their respective boyfriends for a drink or two. Not Quite an Old Flame was very flirty, much to the annoyance of her boyfriend ( think I had stayed things might have got a bit unpleasant ) and she wants to go inline skating together in Hyde Park some time next week. I think this would be a lovely way to spend an afternoon as I have never partaken in the sport and I feel it might be rather rummy.

The evening was progressing rapidly so I blimbled off to the next party which was just off bond street in a club I had been to before (the club in which I first met the Actress interestingly ) it was a fairly good party although the temperature was a rather warm and there were far, far too many chaps for every girl.

I chatted with a few people, including a girl who works in the same area as me (and is rather well known for it) and had absolutely no idea who she was (she was much prettier than any photos I had seen of her) until she gave me her card so we could 'do lunch'.

She left after a while and I ended up chatting away to an actress (of the normal sort) who was very pleasant with a beautiful mane of brown curls and an enjoyably lilting northern accent. We chatted away about a few things, exchanged numbers and danced briefly - I wasn't in the mood for it really and the club was hellaciously hot. At about eleven I disappeared off to go to the next party which was far closer to home.

I only popped into the party briefly as I was starting to feel a dash unusual but it was fun to see an old friend. At around two in the morning I finally stumbled into my flat and collapsed after what had been a very tiring evening.

Today I am feeling rather unusual; I think I need an early night to recover after all this fun.

Enter stage left: an old flame.

I just got a text from The Not-quite-an-old-flame she wants to meet up for a drink tomorrow, I said I will be about so that should be interesting. I wonder if that chap she was seeing will be about...

A difficult choice.

Last weekend didn't go entirely to plan, I did manage to do some light shopping (while at home). And I picked up a beautiful blue velvet jacket which I will be wearing with pride tomorrow to a party to do with a some-what raunchy T.V. station.
Sadly I was rather struck down with a flu like thing, and so wallowed around feeling iffy rather than my usual swanning about drinking too much, it appears I have been pushing myself a bit hard.

I have had a few days off, by off I mean strictly no parties and all cocktails must feature at least two items of fruit in them. Which can be rather challenging when you feel like something with a bit of a kick behind it.

Tonight was going to be another quiet night, but it appears I am going to some underwear show in Mayfair. Now normally I wouldn't even have a second thought about this sort of thing, as these events are always fun and I typically meet some very interesting young ladies but I still feel rather strange and I am very much not dressed for this sort of event.

This is proving to be a difficult choice, especially as I am trying to do a week with out coffee or real tea. Jasmine and Passion fruit are pleasant flavours but they don't help to quicken the mind.

Perhaps if I take the Designer for a walk this afternoon my what I should do become clear.