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August 11, 2008

Saturday morning and I bump into William sitting in the outdoor cafe of the local park.
‘So what happened with Dave?’ he asks.
‘Nothing. He saw me into a taxi and that was the last I heard of him.’
‘Oh!’ says William, looking surprised. (Or pretending to be.) ‘Well, I think he’s been away.’ And then he swiftly changes the subject.

The truth is that I enjoyed meeting Dave (it was fun to meet a reader who actually buys the stuff that I write about in the FT) but I instinctively knew that I am not his type. For a start, I can see him with someone with a high maintenance beauty regime whereas I’m a firm believer that life is too short for manicures.

comments (4)

1. Posted by Eagle_Wings on August 11, 2008 6:52 PM

A woman after my own heart, I knew it :-)

2. Posted by pierre l on August 11, 2008 8:13 PM

I have been looking at every issue of "how to spend it", and I haven't seen any of your writing for quite a while. Am I looking in the wrong place?

3. Posted by mimi pompom on August 12, 2008 1:44 PM

Hi pierre,

yes, you're quite right, productivity has been low in the early part of this year. But I had an interview with Aerin Lauder in the last issue but one.

4. Posted by rockfrog on August 12, 2008 1:48 PM

If you live in France, what good is a hedge fund guy in London in anyway?

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