For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
the girl who stole the Eiffel Tower
It's decided. I shall pack up my canary (and divine Givenchy wardrobe) so I can be in Paris when it sizzles. I'll make an in-depth study of depravity, write a screenplay and go absolutely ape. Or, failing that, I'll become a typist and bewitch everyone with my big, magic eyes. Oh, to be Audrey.
In all seriousness, if you've never seen 'Paris When it Sizzles', why? It's a hoot. It even comes boyfriend approved. There's enough faux melodrama, 60s glamour and Breakfast at Tiffany's nods to entertain anyone.