July 6, 2011 6:52 pm
Everything associated with Belle was new, including her fabulous apartment and hunk of a boyfriend. While Sting serenaded her from the courtyard below, I pondered the identity of the sulky teenager in the corner. We ended the night by each tucking into a bag of crisps, despite being fully aware that this would not help our diet.
With another bunch of friends we were discussing death. I announced my intention to be buried beside TF. The others asked why. “Because”, I replied, “he is the most honest person I know”.
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Tags: apartment, boyfriend, burial, crisps, death, diet, honesty, singing, Sting, sulking, teenager
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