Blair was my boyfriend in New York.
He had a restaurant and a motorbike.
He was handsome and glamorous and when he became attainable he'd already become bored of the whole idea...
You recognise the story.
Still, memories... Supermodels. Free drinks. Dinner when it was clear I could do with some.
Now he tells me coming to visit in August – what will I wear?
And how will Mick handle this?
Stay tuned!
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