I've had this book in my trolley for years, I think I picked it up from a charity shop 'free box', or something, as it's horribly worn and grubby...DJUNA BARNES'S NEW YORK. It consists of short pieces ot journalisim illustrated with her own Beardsleyesque drawings. I've always found her an interesting character, one of those posh, arty, lesbian eccentrics of the early 20th century I find so intriguing. Whenever I was in a waiting room or something, I'd dig it out and read one of the quaint, rather weird vignettes about hard-working immigrants, strange little cafes, freakshows at Coney Island, and whatnot. I've nearly finished it now, and don't want to keep it, because of its manky state, but it's difficult for me to throw books away, It always seems like a bit of a 'sin'.
I've been half-watching THE REAL MARIGOLD HOTEL again. Britt Ekland has some gorgeous Boho outfits (Well, she would, wouldn't she?) but seems quite annoying. She's obviously had a lot of work, done,too, and looks remarkably unlined, but she has trout pout, and that rather eerie startled expression that many cosmetic surgery veterans get.