The new Kate Moss

[todayiamadaisy]

My old primary school is closing down. I've known this for a while; earlier than almost anyone else because my boss is also the chairman of the school board and he told me the morning after the decision was made. It's not really a surprise but it's quite sad nonetheless: the school is nearly 120 years old and has played an enormous role in keeping a tiny township together. My mother was a pupil there when the new building opened in the 1950s, and I was one of the last to be taught by the Old Skool nuns who ran it independently (it's now run by lay teachers as a subsidiary of a larger school in the City by the Sea). Imagine: forty or fifty children aged between four and eleven, all squashed in one classroom and taught by one nun. No wonder the nuns were all crotchety.

Today's paper had an announcement in the public notices about a farewell Mass and dinner to be held when it closes in December, which I cut out as a reminder to go. As I snipped, I was vaguely aware I was cutting off the head of a man from the photo below. "Sorry," I said to him, and then I looked closer. "I mean, sorry, Brian."

Brian is a producer at the community radio station where I read the news. In fact, the photo showed him hard at work behind the mixing desk as part of an ad for new volunteers. And who should be sitting opposite him behind the microphone, gesticulating wildly as she announced something of (no doubt) momentous significance? Why, little supermodel me! (Ahem.)

Can a rock star boyfriend and a crack habit be far behind?