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Another weekend where very little was achieved, but I managed to get out and about on a couple of occasions last week to make up for that.

On Tuesday evening I spent a very pleasant evening with Dr and Dr Gane, who are currently domiciled in Europe's strangest country. I've known Dr Gane (male) since we were both 11, so to say we know each others' foibles is a bit of an understatement.

Dr Gane (female) is currently pregnant and expecting their first child in January. She's in great shape, but was telling me about the none-too-subtle discrimination she is currently receiving from her employers. Swiss women don't tend to return to work following childbirth, so she is suffering from an assumption by the company she works for that she will be following this tradition. She is suddenly no longer eligible for the management courses that she was signed up to do; salary discussions that were had are being remembered differently by several parties.

Before you say 'tribunal', remember that Switzerland is not part of the EU, so lots of those lovely employment laws we take for granted don't apply there. Add not being a Swiss national to that, and Dr Gane's chances of being treated fairly are slim to nil.

At any rate, I had a rare old time with the Drs and when we glanced at our watches, an entire evening had passed in laughter and chitchat (for instance: why Luxembourg is an excellent place to buy petrol; why a trip to an erotic art exhibition isn't the best venue for a work Xmas party).

Thursday evening I met JJ in the West End and we took in the vanishing Viktor and Rolf range in H&M (can I say - compared to the Karl Lagerfeld range two years ago, at which I bought my now-battered handbag, it wasn't much to write home about. All shapeless silk dresses, which is wonderful if you are sylph-like, which I'm not). From there we went on to meet Ms. Robinson for a chat, and ended up in The Salisbury on St. Martins Lane, where this glorious photograph was taken many years ago. We were stood at the bar and who should wander in but Ms. Sabrina, top bird and erstwhile pal of Jezzabo. Nice to see her, to see her nice.

In other news...errrrmmm...nothing really.

posted by deafdisco @ 10:20 pm