Early start this morning as Nico had to get up and go to the docklands for a photoshoot.
No problem with that though, it gave me the chance to get into the office early. I love London in the early morning. Although the weather wasn't great it had stopped raining and there was that lovely clean smell that comes from a world just waking up and the clean air that the rain has brougn down with it.
Stopped for a quick coffee and (I know I shouldn't but sometimes it's just so right) couple of cigarettes as I sat outside Picadilly's Pret a Manger. It's so great just sitting there. looking all European watching our great city slowly start to come to life.
The final night dwellers can be seen slowly making their way home, whilst the new day's inhabitants wearily make the handover from dark to light.
Feeling suitable guilty for smoking I handed the nearly full packet to a young Italian couple sitting at the table next to me. I could see a glimmer of recognition in their faces but they were most grateful for the cigarettes.
When I see Italians I can't help but wonder what they are talking about - it always seems that their animated conversations are far more interesting than mine! Perhaps I should learn Italian instead of Spanish! - mind you Nico also thinks I should learn Greek - goodness I could be working for the United Nations next!
Speaking of Italians, Tomas was already in the office when I arrived - looking fabulous as always - god girls if I could bottle his beauty secrets I'd make a fortune. He was happily beavering away with a huge smile on his face.
'In Love Darling' he gushed as he bustled past me.
'Tell me more ...'
'Second gen Italian, called Paul, parents called him Paolo but honey he's more English than you, and works in the City! Shall we just say dark, hirstute, gorgeous, huge and makes a great coffee in a morning! What more could a man want ....!'
'Gay man darling', I replied, 'Gay man...!'
No problem with that though, it gave me the chance to get into the office early. I love London in the early morning. Although the weather wasn't great it had stopped raining and there was that lovely clean smell that comes from a world just waking up and the clean air that the rain has brougn down with it.
Stopped for a quick coffee and (I know I shouldn't but sometimes it's just so right) couple of cigarettes as I sat outside Picadilly's Pret a Manger. It's so great just sitting there. looking all European watching our great city slowly start to come to life.
The final night dwellers can be seen slowly making their way home, whilst the new day's inhabitants wearily make the handover from dark to light.
Feeling suitable guilty for smoking I handed the nearly full packet to a young Italian couple sitting at the table next to me. I could see a glimmer of recognition in their faces but they were most grateful for the cigarettes.
When I see Italians I can't help but wonder what they are talking about - it always seems that their animated conversations are far more interesting than mine! Perhaps I should learn Italian instead of Spanish! - mind you Nico also thinks I should learn Greek - goodness I could be working for the United Nations next!
Speaking of Italians, Tomas was already in the office when I arrived - looking fabulous as always - god girls if I could bottle his beauty secrets I'd make a fortune. He was happily beavering away with a huge smile on his face.
'In Love Darling' he gushed as he bustled past me.
'Tell me more ...'
'Second gen Italian, called Paul, parents called him Paolo but honey he's more English than you, and works in the City! Shall we just say dark, hirstute, gorgeous, huge and makes a great coffee in a morning! What more could a man want ....!'
'Gay man darling', I replied, 'Gay man...!'
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