Looking at the previous entry, I’m now wondering if I’ve used the phrase ‘fetchingly epicene’ before.
Actually, I’m wondering if anyone has used the phrase ‘fetchingly epicene’ before? On the Internet, at any rate. If so, I may have to marry them.Â
(goes to Google… deep breath…)
It’s pathetic of me, I know. But as I go to bed – with no fetchingly epicene bedfellow in sight – it’s things like this that help my day feel, well, vaguely worthwhile. Just about. In lieu of anything else.Â
Still, if you can’t add new phrases to the world – ones that spring accidentally, unbidden, directly and unselfconsciously from the heart – what else is writing for?Â
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Here’s a nice photo of myself and the Teaists at the Wallace Collection last Saturday. Courtesy of Helen McCookerybook.
Left to right: Tallulah, Tobias, DE. I appear to be posing for the side of a coin.
Tags: photos of DE, teaists, wallace collection, what I bring to the party
