It’s Much Too Soon for More Stats!!! If he quacks like a boastful duck, walks like a boastful duck and swims like a boastful duck he just might be a boastful duck.
The great Rosa Regás was giving her take on the Olvido Hormigos issue yesterday in El Mundo. It merits translating to English and if I have a free moment I’ll do that later- although, you really should learn to speak Spanish if you don’t already. Meanwhile my traffic is increasing consistently.
Our actress/director guest, Ms. Bertish, leaves tomorrow. I’ve rarely known someone as naturally kind and charming. I suggested she buy a place in France in the vicinity of where we intend to go. Despite my general dislike of people in general, I’d quite like to have her nearby. Saturday we’re attending a black-tie-sit-down-affair. We’d rather not, but we couldn’t really say no to this one as it’s the birthday celebration of a good friend who’s survived a recent lung transplant. Peter Turner, the author of Film Stars Don’t Die in Liverpool, is coming from England just for the party. Hopefully us gays will be seated together- although I don’t want to be side-by-side with Peter’s boyfriend, Yannick. I used to be the younger good-looking one in our group until Yannick arrived and totally stole my thunder. He’s taller, better bone structure, stunning eyes and wow hair… and he’s younger too. His presence tends to make me recite the You’re Not Special Speech in my head in the first person. He’s exceedingly kind too, which compounds my annoyance and impedes me from being sarcastic or unkind to him. If he weren’t nice, I’d probably (instinctively & unconsciously) make an extra-special effort at undermining him- such is my competitive nature. Fortunately, years of therapy mean I can (usually but not always) catch myself being evil and stop it before damage is done.