parlez vous belle de jour?

i think it was years ago ian mentioned a certain uk blogger who shot to virtual superstardom.

she operates by the nom de plume of belle de jour.

i think i remember reading her back when i was blogging furiously. 

please just google her, but in short- she's a london call girl with an incredible knack for writing. 

intelligent, sexy, classy, candid and word-to-the-wise witty. if glen duncan and candice bushnell had some form of literary shenanigans, this would be the offspring i suppose.

anyways--

even back them she had already been awarded by some or the other for best written blog of the year, and already had a book published (which is her blog compiled basically. yes its that good, dear)

i couldn't find the book anywhere back then-- but hey presto-- claire and i stumbled upon her, get this, third book. 

so claire, babe, thanks for the belated birthday present ;)

maan. i do love the Bri'ish. the literature, the comedy, the wit, the accent, the weather even.

what was the whole point of that?

got me to wondering how i have been planning for ages to blog.

if for nothing more than much needed cathartic self-therapy.

which got me to dusting off cyber-cobwebs from this place and blabbing away.

which got me to here..

which then got me to wondering how the hell this post should end.