Progressing Apace

So here I am in London. So far it's been quite nice.

The first night I got drunk in the schmancy lounge of my schmancy hotel. Jake Gyllenhaal smiled at me, and Matt Dillon talked to me about something I can't remember while eating a miniature bin of Haagen-Dazs ice cream. (He was eating the ice cream. I was sticking with martinis, which might be why I can't remember what he was talking about.) David Strathairn was supposedly somewhere about, but I never saw him.

Then I went to Bath and had a fabulous time with Hannah and James and dyed a blue streak in my - to match my language, I suppose.

Tonight I'm going to schmancy book launch party. Heath Ledger is supposed to be there. Though if you were Heath Ledger, ,would you go to my book launch party? I'd much rather it were David Strathairn rumored to be there. Ah well.

People in London like me, in part, I think, because they don't know Julia Child from adam. Nobody thinks I'm making her spin around in her grave, which is sort of relief.

Oh, and I forgot my toiletries. I just brushed my hair, blue streak and all, with a toothbrush. It was clean. Kind of.