Picture Diary: Monte Carlo Day 1a
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Except I’m playing Day 1b. So, today, apart from a couple of interviews and some PokerStars filming, I managed to be a good girl and stay in my room working on my book, the deadline of which is now TERRIFYINGLY NEAR. Or INEXCUSABLY LATE, depending on whether you’re asking me or the publisher.
It felt incredibly glamorous, writing on the balcony of a Monte Carlo hotel. It made me think that if I had (a) six months to finish it and (b) 4 million euro to burn, I would write the whole thing here. I decided to take a picture of my impressive new working environment, to gaze at wistfully when I’m back typing in my smoky basement at home. Then I took a picture of my lunch, which was some purple crisps and an orange juice. That seemed weird enough to document. It’s not what I ordered. (But it was about what I could afford - a sandwich on the room service menu is €22. That’s £19.50. Or $29. Or 2,788 Japanese yen.) And then I was going to take a nice third picture, of the Boatman brothers, because I met them for supper and it would prove I get out and about and have a life and everything. But I forgot. So the third picture is going to have to be an old one I found on the memory stick of my friend Charlie playing a tiny guitar.