smooth shiny girls, hard-boiled and loaded with sin

This is maybe my favourite bookcase. Second-hand pulps of wildly varying qualities, from the very good to the pretty much unreadable. But oh, the COVERS.

 

the visible personification of absolute perfection

The intimidatingly erudite and thoroughly charming Stephen Fry. In person, at the Opera House! I had a dream once where he bought me a gin, and that is how my imagined version of this evening ended. 

In this ideal world Caro and I were also not half-drowned during the walk between the car and the concert hall. Inside-out umbrellas, wet stockings and a handbag that smelled like damp stables (the combination of straw in the rain, who knew?). He was worth it.

just another frivolous secretary

Mrs Joan Holloway Harris, I've missed you. 

(you too, Don)

Season 4 Mad Men makes me long for a faster internet connection. Or cable tv? Maybe just an apartment in the States.

(image courtesy of Tom & Lorenzo and their impeccable recaps of the most important part of the show after the womanising and whiskey.)

all the stuff they've always talked about

Reasons to get through winter:

Frank O'Hara

old films at the art gallery

the triumphant return of Jingle Jangle

girls in tuxes

friends with blogs

Phillip Marlowe, P.I.