I have a problem. It's about this weekend, commitments and time. My Saturday is all taken care of: a packed schedule of kids' activities and parties with a quick visit to the grand opening of Pages of Hackney if I'm a bit darned nippy, followed by an evening of perfectly shameless lying down. All this will leave no time for succumbing to the many temptations of this year's Mayor's Thames Festival, which was opened by The Blond on Thursday and will tomorrow include Southwark Bridge being turned into a giant banqueting hall by Rosie Boycott (well, loosely speaking).
Sunday? I'm invited to lunch at the home of some very important people where one of my fellow guests will tell me some very important gossip about all sorts of very important things. Yeah, wouldn't you like to know? It's going to be great, but will again prevent me from attending the Mayor's Thames Festival because nothing gets going on Sunday until noon and I'll be too stuffed with food (and sated with important gossip) to make it to any of the entertainments that continue into the evening. For the same reason, I won't be able to get to Simcha on the Square, the annual festival of Jewish culture that our impeccably multiculturalist Mayor Johnson writes about with great enthusiasm here.
So if any of you attend either the Mayor's Thames Festival or Simcha on the Square, be sure to tell me all about it, won't you? If you don't, I won't pass on any of that important gossip and, who knows, may even decide I'm not your friend.
