INGRID'S NOSE

INGRID'S NOSE

The Raymond Lefevre LP with the orchestral version of 'Ame Caline', written by Michel Polnareff

 

M O N D A Y,  1 6  O C T O B E R

I’m so fed up. There’s a Rosebery-Glyn outing to ‘Mrs Wilson’s Diary’ next month (I'd far rather that than a Dance) and my name’s 26th on the list but only 20 of us can go.

Went to Biology Lab at dinner break for a meeting on the Lower Sixth play. We voted; I think it’ll be ‘Our Town’ by Thornton Wilder.

Mummy fetched us from school and Chump and me went to Rumbelows. First I asked about Polnareff, to check they’ve ordered ‘Ame Caline’. They have. Then I asked about that Raymond Lefevre LP they’re always advertising on Caroline with ‘Ame Caline’ on it. The chap showed me the cover as I wanted to see what other songs are on it - well, they’re fantastic! So I got it, as Daddy’s birthday present. I know he’ll like it because it’s got Whiter Shade of Pale on it as well.

What should be waiting for me at home but October’s 'Salut Les Copains' - with an article on Jacques Dutronc and references to Cap Ferrat and the concert at Nice, and a little bit on Glassy Spook!!!

Washed my hair and Chump dried it like last week but it’s come out frizzy (as usual). Makes me fed up - but I don’t want one centimetre off having grown it this long. What’s so ghastly is that when it’s behind my shoulders it looks super from the front, but from the sides – ugh. So frizzy and foul. Perhaps it’s my profile though. I’ve got the most foul profile anybody could imagine.

My nose, it makes me want to cry.

THE GLAMORISATION OF WAR

THE GLAMORISATION OF WAR

EVENINGS ARE DEADLY

EVENINGS ARE DEADLY