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Posted by Rachel de Blanc
November 7, 2008
Filed in Society Girl's Personal Blogs
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My Victorian sash windows are rattling as a police helicopter hovers overhead and the cheap red wine is softening the edge of my skull so that my brain is losing firmness like a jelly on a warm summer’s day. An evening in but the computer’s cold light provides a little warmth because Tweb flickers back at me. There is place somewhere else where I could dance the night away but my dance floor manoeuvres are flawed by the fact that I would need to leave the privacy of my home and address the city and dodge the rotor blades. That’s a tango too far so I decide to take another gentle sip.
