Phew! Check out the cobwebs!
Don't think this post will be of any interst to anyone but myself. Really need to renovate this blog. Tried to post on my childhood idol, namely Mrs Fanny Craddock. The biopic on her has come and gone, and I gave up trying to encapsulate the evasions and revisions of her life, she employed to create the austerity era tornado of pretension and suburban luxe that entranced postwar housewifes with vicarious high living, before everythign when beige and hessian in the 70's with Delia Smith.
No news. Apparently people hate recieving Christams cards with picture of the sender's dogs, so that photosession has been cancelled. Occasiononally bump into Madame Ex, buty have managed to escape blow by blow reports of his romance with the heterosexual Mike Skinner-alike neighbour, whose 8th kid must be due anytime now.
Checked out the vacant Battersea Power station, with it's great wall of rotting apples, and a lot of crap Chinese art, only to have it reported yesterday that it's been sold for £400 million yesterday to some irish plutocrats.
Getting so bored with myself, I've even taken to ringing up LBC 97.3.
Is everyone now at MYSPACE? I wonder. I shouldn't really blog, as I have never settled down to the one house subject . Probably delete all this, but at least it's broken the blogging ice.