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The CJ Effect

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)
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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?)

Comments

Sipech said…
I'd like to think that you didn't stoop to such depths as to buy the Torygraph, however I think the bit about the journalists being bearded is even more outlandish!
Alina said…
Nah, I can picture the bearded journalist thing, and Jude seducing them! Getting everywhere on time is more unlikely, because vehicles of public transport don't have eyes and therefore can't see if someone is wearing a suit and therefore will always be as late as they like.
Michael said…
Journalists? I'm not sure. Bearded? I don't doubt it.
Steveybabe said…
Hee hee, sent that post to a couple of West Wing fans here in HK and they loved it. Got to watch a little of it over the weekend.

Can only recall you in a suit once (I think!!) - and I've no idea where that was!!!

Looking good... ;o)
Anonymous said…
making decsions quickly???? i think not

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