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Sex in Paris

Rosie Millard — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 09:25:33 +0000

Just interviewed my old friend Christian who I was amazed to learn is part of a sort of sexual revolution sweeping France – or at least, the urban parts – the Libertinage – if you are Libertin, you enjoy getting it on with other couples, essentially. no nonsense about fidelity, er, betrayal, er, monogamy or come to think of it, divorce either. He’s so open about it. Probably because I also learned his parents were swingers in Wimbledon (where we all grew up) in the 1970’s. Steady on! You can read about it in the Standard on Wednesday July 7

We Love Paris

Rosie Millard — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 23:00:11 +0000

No, not just because the Marathon was hilarious, 26.2 miles observed by a) women in full make up, smoking and b) cornet-blowing hunting types in long red coats. Not because it was so beautiful. Not even because Mr Millard was overtaken by someone on STILTS. But because my bag, pinched from under the dining table during my birthday dinner in Montmartre has been returned. How likely is that to happen? Of course I’ll have to go back there to collect it. Any excuse…..

20 miles is a VERY long way

Rosie Millard — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 10:57:24 +0000

as Mr M and I discovered on Sunday doing the grim and gruelling Finchley 20 which is basically run by 500 men in singlets. And about 20 women. Twenty miles in four five-mile laps. Was overtaken by the winner when I was only at Mile 12, but came in about 190th with a time of 2′43″. I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was realise my dream of lying down on the wet grass afterwards (this race ends in a muddy field). Mr Millard trailed in some time after me but as he is a Colussus of Journalism having nailed politics with his Dispatches on the lobbying ex-Ministers, we can forgive him for not having trained too much. Now I am completely pooped. There are less polite ways of saying it but not on this blog.

way-hay

Rosie Millard — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 09:09:39 +0000

or even…yay…as my daughter would say. Watford Half Marathon- we conqurered it. Well, in 1.47 min which was some distance from the winner who did it in about 2 seconds. But at least my toenails haven’t fallen off, I can go downstairs without agony and I didn’t go anywhere near a wall. So all’s looking good for next one. Mr Millard? 1.56. Ha! Except a mix up with our numbers has meant that I have his slow time on the official website and he has my speedy time. Very irritating. there are a LOT of hills in Watford, I have to say. Too many..

Groundhog day marathon training

Rosie Millard — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 15:44:36 +0000

well its back on the relentless road for 26.2 miles of pain…having madly submitted Mr Millard and myself for Paris on April 11 its now just a question of holding on until April 12 and then dying gracefully. A fellow runner said ‘You are clearly running away from something, its why we all do this long distance ****.” Fine. But there are SO MANY things to run away from at the moment…a derelict house…my daughter’s detention record…thirty Polish builders and their attendant bills…etc etc.

Why Paris just looks better

Rosie Millard — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:47:31 +0000

I know Le Monde has just described it as ‘Un musee/ville’, which is hardly complimentary, but where else can you run up the main boulevard BEFORE DAWN and find uniformed road men sweeping and washing the pavement, as I did up the Champs Elysees last week? Compared to the rabbit’s hutch that is Oxford Street, the centre of Paris just makes London look hideous, dirty and naff by contrast. Giant Tricoleurs everywhere, looking stylish, not hideously nationalistic, plus style, delicious food, need I go on? Paris just knocks London for six, even though our capital is now crowned as nightlife Emperor of Europe.Tis my view, and I know it is hopelessly rose-tinted with romantic associations which began when I was 16 and taken by my parents for a few days. My most vivid memory was seeing a man in the flat opposite our B&B, ironing his socks stark naked. It all went from there.

Day Seven!! at last

Rosie Millard — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:55:26 +0000

What shall I do tomorrow? Go and spend £6 on a coffe and muffin at my favourite cafe? Go to the gym? Read the New Yorker? All of the above? Having been denied all of them for the past seven days, I feel like going on a bender. It’s been very difficult to stick to my weekly budget of £34.17, and I have to admit I have been something of a tart, accepting drinks and a few evenings out with pathetic gratitude. I also think the State Pension itself could do with a bit more thought; means testing must be brought in, and how can people in their 30’s be made to understand that in the great scheme of things they probably will not be run over by a bus, might live much longer than their own grandparents, and so will have to perhaps deal with years stretching ahead on a very tight budget. All these thoughts crowded my mind as I made my vegetable soup or went to the library for the tenth time in the week. On a positive side, however, there are stacks of freebies to take advantage of, if you have the energy, and a pensioner’s programme ranging from Line Dancing to Anger Managment speaks volumes about the average pensioner these days – basically, foxy and rather stroppy.

Seven days has never seemed so long

Rosie Millard — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 23:34:42 +0000

And its not over yet. What can I tell you about today? Only that I needed to buy the children some shoes…get a birthday present for a friend…buy a friends’ book which she had just written…have a cup of coffee…and so on, and so forth. All of which I had to hand over to my husband to fund. Which left me with a nice day travelling gratis around London on public transport and visiting the Imperial War Museum which of course is also free. Not the temporary show, however, so we couldnt do that. And one of the children had to be evicted bodily from the shop because he wanted me to buy this, and that, and had a major tantrum when said treats were denied him. (They would have been denied him anyway but my project gave me greater impetus). The other thing was that I met up with a friend – like me, in her mid-40’s – who said that she suffers sleepless nights over the fact she has no pension. I think I may have added to her insomnia. Bon soir.

it all depends whether you are alone

Rosie Millard — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 18:42:44 +0000

I think if you are a pensioner on your own, its jolly difficult. By the end of the week I have been longing to go out and socialise. And I have a husband here, and as we all know, lovin’ is free, is it not. But if you are solitary, then having £34.17 only is jolly difficult. I mean, you can’t even buy your mate lunch, or take someone out for a drink. I’m going to the cinema tonight for a bit of socialising, knowing that it was my last bit of money I was blowing, but hoping that my loaf of bread, veg soup and bit of stew will last me until Sunday when I hit the high time with roast Sunday lunch at my mother’s. Visiting family on a Sunday has been done since time immemorial by pensioners so this is quite within the rules, is it not?

Why don’t we rethink pensions?

Rosie Millard — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 22:01:54 +0000

Well I now have about a tenner to last me until Sunday. It’s OK because I have lots of veg and a stew, but what if something untoward happens? Not a disaster, because the state will (hopefully) pick up the bill if that is the case, but just a little event. Today I smashed a teapot, for example. So that was £6 to buy a new one from a dirt-cheap shop (although it pours like a dream and I love it already). I forgot my packed lunch today and had to fork out 2 quid for a sandwich at SubWay. It was hideous, tiny and involved ONE rectangle of processed cheese. For Two Quid!! My radical thoughts about the state pension is this: I don’t know if they are means tested, but I suspect they are not (too much paperwork). But it is a nonsense. For a pensioner rich with assets, property, no mortgage and so on, getting the state pension every week is a nonsense. Yet for those who only have it to live off, as we have ALL found, its just not enough money. Why dont the rich lot forego their pensions so the poor lot can have top-ups. Just a thought, because I think living on the bare minimum each week, SubWay sandwiches and the rest, is not really living. Its a misery.