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Sailing into the Sunset
We’d got the hang of the boating life by the time we joined the Western Union sunset sail at 6:30pm. Godiva had even swapped her sarong for cropped pants. On the dock and up and down Duval Street,...
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Buzz Off–Not Likely
His name was Carlo and I met him in Milan. He had a black mop of corkscrew hair and olive skin that smelt of mosquito repellent. It only increased my attraction, and since then I associate anything...
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HOW meets Come Dancing at the Shinnecock Pow Wow
Our MP knows how to behave at civic events. Here on Long Island she was not called upon to cut a ribbon or say a few words, but at the Shinnecock Pow Wow the MP for Doncaster Central otherwise behaved...
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A moment of intimacy in the elevator
In common with most of the global female population, I have shunned intimate contact with Milhous Vile. That situation has dramatically shifted this weekend. We are in Paris, but the change of my...
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Drinking it all in
It is raining in Paris. It has been all day. Milhous and I invested in a couple of parapluie and set off bravely in the direction of the Center Pompidou for our daily dose of culture. When we got...
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Chateau Living
Having our own chateau rather spoiled us for anyone else’s. We rarely ventured from the ramshackle kitchen, the parlor fire, or the jigsaw table in the banqueting hall where one of a variety of...
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Achingly Hip
The Cackler is blessed with boundless Babelicious energy and a functioning set of knees but even she felt old and creaky when faced with three sets of stairs, no elevator, and the design features that...
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Don’t Stop The Rock: Unaccustomed Amazement in Arizona
The fairies who danced at my christening brought many welcome gifts but forgot the parcels labelled contentment,patience and satisfaction: I go through life perpetually fretful and impatient. My habit...
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No Legover and Mounting Frustration
Not the Grand Canyon, but really quite close “Were you raised around here?” I asked, gesturing widely. It is bad enough to know the beads you are buying were mined in Michael’s without learning that...
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Biggin’ It Up on Bourbon Street
In New Orleans on a Friday, Galatoire’s is THE place to go for lunch. The restaurant doesn’t take bookings and so those in the know hire a dissolute to stand in line for them from 6am. Only this way...
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