THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

That fabulous face was like some mark of Cain in reverse, opening any door she cared to knock on – and the rest is hysteria.  Champagne baths and smashed hotel rooms; hundreds of hangovers and a million mornings after; that 30th birthday party at Claridge’s, a bacchanalia that allegedly made Saturday night in Sodom and Gomorrah look lke a wet Wednesday in Wales.  If you can remember it, you probably weren’t there.

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I was a ballerina in my last life.  No, a stripper in my last life and in my next life, I’l be a ballerina or a rock star, depending on how this one goes.

Burchill/Mail, 2023