"Heaven is a place on earth" Belinda Carlisle, and it is.

My friends in London wonder why I love Los Angeles. Well, simply it is because on Sunday morning, with ten inches of rain, enough to drown a Barbie doll, during  Oscar Weekend, you can still feel the sunshine, and the celebrities flashing their whiter than white smiles down Hollywood Boulevard.

 Doors willingly open to almost any new idea, and that makes even the gloomiest person feel happy.

The other thing is, there is a spiritual awakening here, that the British ignore. They have within them a natural cynicism. The intellectuals just can't help it. Wit and argument is in the back bone of Great Britain. The controversial literature and art of Oscar Wilde, Saatchi, Shakespeare, Julie Burchill and Coward are deeply incased in the British soul.  They are proud to be loathed and admired.

Here in LALA it is all blue skies again and "gosh I feel good".  I went for a Kundalini Class at the Golden Bridge Centre in Hollywood yesterday and felt better than I have ever. Under the guidance of an old friend Normandie Keith, who is "merry sunshine". Normandie encouraged us to shake, bend and chant. Led by my other great pal, who is almost family, Belinda Carlisle, our class was startling.  The energy took me to another dimension, this was as Belinda rightly sang, a long time ago, "Heaven is a place on earth," Happiness is within us.

We just have to breath, move, sing and shake to find it.

Here we are all together celebrating living.

Here Normandie teaches a true mixture of women, uniting them. She has something that is unique.  Where do you find a pop star willing to share their time freely with you? There was Belinda happily teaching us the mantra, the 84 meridians in your mouth have to be massaged so words need to be pronounced correctly?.
Cheerfully and lovingly she took us through each step.
I have been on many trips with Belinda in my "up to no good days", and now to another level of consciousness  which is well worth attaining.  A fabulous duo!.
I have been practising yoga since 1992, when I suffered from terrible depression and could not get out of bed.  Yoga, not pills, or a man, or another person,  or medication, saved my life. It still does.  Kundalini is magical, simple and clever, I had spring in my step as I left this exotic centre. Thank you girls.

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"CONSISTENCY IS THE HOBGOBLIN OF THE SMALL MIND" Julie Burchill

I am in two minds where to live. I arrived back this morning to pissing rain, and immediately went to bed. I met a charming man on the plane and talked for most of the journey. However this did not make up for my missing Los Angeles almost immediately.  This week was busy, I was exhausted, after my film The gun the cake and the butterfly, won Bel Air's Best Edit and Best film chosen by an audience my head can just about fit through the bedroom door.  I love Los Angeles and their ability to open a box rather than close it. I opened LA Femme with it, the people who put on these festivals are creative and adore independent film.  (I am so happy the I was nominated as best Trailer and the New Media Film Festival, best art film NYCIFF, best art film at Ischia Global Film Festival, The Lina Wertmuller Prize, nominated as best female director Burbank International Film Festival, Bel Air Film Festival best edit and best film chosen by an audience) LA Femme also supported my lovely friend Julie Verdin with her film 2 Jacks.
My film is contradictory but I believe what Julie Burchill says, "Consistency is the hobgoblin of the small mind"  I love to show madness, my madness and sanity altogether. Oscar Wilde said that "It showed a lack of imagination"
I also decided to get a new Estate Agency,  Savills to sell my house on Cheyne Walk.  I would like to live twenty miles from London, perhaps its time to see a bit of green, but my uncle said it is social suicide to live in Surrey. I shall keep Beauchamp Estates and Alan Russell, but the truth is that Savills have incredible internet presence, and I want to grab the sunshine in Los Angeles while I can.  The flight despite the delectable man is a bit too much for me.
Anyway I shall follow the new ideas of selling my artwork with the house and have asked the agents to mention my Car painted by Inkie the Graffitti artist. A new life is always funny, and I wish to do as much as possible with it. Someone else can enjoy the views from my bedroom and perhaps my artwork. I always love being a follower of fashion.
In the meantime I am learning how to sell a film and what it means to my purse.

THE FUNNIEST BITCHES IN GREAT BRITAIN in no particular order, and thank god for them.

Camilla Long
Lyn Barber
Cathy Lett
Daisy Waugh
Julie Burchill
AA GILL
Madame Arcati
Julia Laverne
Joan Collins
Rachel Johnson

MARILYN MONROE DID THE RIGHT THING

I have one huge crush on a woman. I am not gay (well, I'm not sure, I've never tried) nor  do I care about actresses - I am much keener on a dishy film director or an intelligent musician. Marilyn Monroe would have been 86 today, and I'm glad she did not make old bones. If she did, we would now have to suffer seeing her with a zimmer frame or a wheelchair, completely gaga. 

Had she lived, she would probably would not be looking her best. There are some people who should just die young. (Maybe we all should?) Perhaps, as in the film In Life, we should have to buy for our life after the age of 25, rather than rattle around and look grotesque. In any case for me she is the woman I wish to emulate. 
Like her I have the same numerology – 25/7 – and like her I had a disastrous affair with a man with the same numerology as JF Kennedy.
Who could turn this wonderful goddess down? Who could refuse her? And who would want to kill her?
Any woman in the room could be accused of her murder. There must have been a tinge of jealousy everywhere. At the best of times, as I know to my own cost, a blonde free woman is dangerous, But this one, with her abilities, was a charmingly fragile terminator. She, like Princess Diana, will be forever young. There is a saying "Only the good die young"
Sometimes I'm a fan of Julie Burchill. But she has just written, for me, an horrendous tale of Marilyn's fake life, had she lived, on an annoying site called www.high50.com – a tale that was hardly believable, but I read it just the same. 
There was something so ordinary about this story of my heroine. Waking up with a man when you are old, just does not fill me with excitement – and to think of her stinky in a pink cardigan, with pearls and a grey hairnet, is not what I would like to imagine. 
Instead we have footage of her singing sexily Happy Birthday, Mr President and some wonderful films like Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and my favourite, Some Like It Hot.  
After seeing her voluptuous body, slightly running to fat, still adorable, how can any man fancy anyone else?
The funny thing is, I didn't mind Gore Vidal in a wheel chair. But Mick Jagger? Oh no.. he wouldn't look good.
With dogs, you put them down when they get white whiskers and brittle legs. I used to spend hours as a child with brown hair dye trying to keep my whippet looking young. Perhaps Mick does the same?. 
No, Marilyn did the right thing. She fucked the President. Good for her.