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Column 2003
December 2003
It's a rainy December morning, and I am sitting in a little room in my house, with the fire lit, and what light there is from the dull day, illuminating me.
The cats are round about, curled up asleep, because going out isn't fun anymore, and we are all wishing it would snow.
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November 2003
November - sitting on a train - a late train because this is England - and a cold train because this is England, and thankful for my laptop, which is keeping my knees warm.
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October 2003
Thank you to everyone who came to Paris to see The PowerBook - we were sold out every night and the press was fantastic. The Minister of Culture invited us to lunch, and would that happen in England? Absolutely not. Vive La France!
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September 2003
I am writing this on September 1st.
The day is sunny and cold, the kind of day best spent by the sea, when the water is bright and the waves are small and frisky, and you can walk along the empty beach breathing lung-fulls of clean salt air, and thinking about the hot coffee you will make when you get home.
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August 2003
What can I say, except that I still can't put up the psychic's homepage, because she is STILL swamped with calls from the article I wrote about her in the London Times (and no, that's not on the site yet because we'll put it with the Homepage!)
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July 2003
Happiness is not simple, but it is possible.
This month I have been working on my book as usual, and also coming up for air like a mole, to do a spot of journalism. I wrote a piece about opera for The Guardian, which was then syndicated to The Daily Mail. You can read it under JOURNALISM.
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June 2003
A Buddhist monk once said to me, 'You can have the first thing in your life, but maybe not the second or the third.'
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May 2003
My closest friends have changed their lives and bought a chateau in France. If this seems like a life change we'd all like to make, well it is, but it had to be paid for. What they did was to sell their London house and buy something much smaller, and use the cash to buy the chateau.
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April 2003
April is the cruellest month, said TS Eliot, which must be right if you living in Iraq. This morning, when my garden is full of sun and the daffodils are out and the cats are warming their fur against the stone walls of the house, I can't forget what the other reality is.
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March 2003
Leaving New York is sad and a relief. Sad, because like all human kind, I have begun to make a life here, and all human kind does seem to have made a life here. A taxi driver berated me for not speaking English, which more or less sums it up. I have too many prefaces and conditionals in my requests, which is why I suppose, I classify as European.
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February 2003
I am in New York for the whole month of February, working on my new book. I have an apartment on the upper West Side, between Columbus and Amsterdam, and a month's gym membership at the New York Sports Club. This is essential - sitting down all day is bad for the body and bad for the brain. My compensation is exercise - the only time when I can quiet my brain, well actually, not the only time, sex is good, but it uses fewer calories.
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January 2003
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!
I had a wonderful time in New York, staying in an apartment that overlooked the Dakota building and Central Park. On Christmas Day, it snowed, clean as hope, and settled contentedly on the spikes of the trees and the triangle eaves of the Dakota. We waved at Yoko Ono, but I don't think she saw us.
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