I spent all day yesterday wearing a suit.. not just any suit but my very beautiful handmade Italian suit. I wore it to the City of London prayer breakfast- and then kind of dashed through my day with it.. namely- to train Luton interns on identity, to book a resaturant, to see my spiritual director, to see my parents, to the beautician, to ta gig in HMV, to the theatre, to the pub.. to home..
The thing I noticed was that it had quite a strange effect on how I dealt with my day.. I felt like I was morphing into a proper grown up (I hope of the CJ variety.. lets face it we would all want her job! For the uninitiated see picture)
I found myself: running through the rain with a newspaper on my head, taking a copy of the Telegraph (not very CJ like I know), walking purposefully, talking very fast into my mobile, seducing bearded journalists, feeling more in control, letting people get out of my way as I walked, making decisions more quickly, making people cry with my incisive comments, getting everywhere on time.. all very odd!
West Wing here I come
(by the way one of the things above is not true... can you spot it?)