At least not in some of the rooms! That silly tradition lives on in this "Gentleman's Club" called East India Club, in St James' Square. We had dinner there last night, James' brother is a member there. It looks like you're in someone's posh house. Women can go into the restaurant, but most of the other rooms are a no-no such as the leisure room and bars. I put my foot over the threshold of the room I wasn't supposed to be in, just to break the rules. I'm such a rebel! Power to the women!
This is what I wore last night. I dug out this faux-leather skirt from my wardrobe in Sweden last time I was home, I got it when I was around 17, ten years ago.
I felt really happy wearing it again because I associate it with a strong and lovely memory of when my friend Tove borrowed it. Tove, Sofia and I went to a concert in Stockholm where we saw Håkan Hellström and The Ark, and we had the best of times. And every time I look at the skirt I see 17-year-old Tove on my back, I was carrying her so she could see better, and the seem on the side of the skirt came open but it didn't matter cause we were so happy and we had so much fun.