Book into the Carmel Forest Spa Hotel just south of Haifa, an 80 minute drive north of Tel Aviv. A remote, highish altitude (about 1,000ft up) shangri-la on Mt Carmel, set amid pine, much favoured by jaded celebs. Here, you do not sleep but have a "sleep experience" and this is aided by a selection from a Pillow Menu. My first facial is booked, a cycling trip is on the agenda.
At dinner last night, quite by chance, the subject of Ross Kemp [see earlier posting below] came up. A companion told me how the actor had been enthralled by all the fuss last year when his now estranged wife, Sun editor Rebekah Wade, had been briefly detained over night at a police station after a claim of hubby bashing. My dinner companion said: "Ross, who's a very sweet guy it must be said, marvelled at the media storm over the whole thing and would talk about nothing else. I got the impression that he was very flattered and exhilerated by it all. Of course, the problem in that marriage is that she's vastly more successful and driven than he is."
I'm not sure how one measures such matters: he is a household name, I'm not persuaded she is. Only a fellow journalist might try to measure their respective standing in the world. I think their marriage failure is due to much more interesting personal dynamics, but I'm not one to gossip.
Anyhow, I must go now for a Turkish steam experience prior to work on the wizened exterior (or not, as the case maybe).
7 comments:
<< Here, you do not sleep but have a "sleep experience" and this is aided by a selection from a Pillow Menu. >>
Ahem, if "pillow" means the same as in the United States, that must be an energetic sleep. Did you order a "pillow", Madame ?
<< I'm not sure how one measures such matters: he is a household name, I'm not persuaded she is. >>
As for me, I hadn't heard of any of them before. The UK is a very small world, you know. But apparently you find it everywhere. You may even come across friends who know Mr. Kemp in israeli luxury hotels... Isn't that strange ?
<< Anyhow, I must go now for a Turkish steam experience prior to work on the wizened exterior (or not, as the case maybe). >>
Madame Arcati is a woman of leisure. :-)
Excellent remote blogging, Mme A! Tres amusant.
Is Ross Kemp really a sweet guy? Maybe I should have taken more interest in the news that he's single... Now - how to wangle an introduction...
Then again, to follow somebody like Rebekah with somebody like me he'd have to be undergoing a transformation of Mitchell proportions.
Yes duralex I did order a pillow, but only in the British sense. As for the Kemps you may be forgiven for not having heard of the couple: one trashes soap stars the other trashes tabloid hacks. Not a happy alliance.
And to Ms Baroque, high praise given the source. I sense that while Mr Kemp is back on the market - Rebekah already has found a replacement btw - you'd be barking up the wrong tree.
Many thanks for the compliment as ever, Mme A. You are so right, I somehow can't see such a thing either.
Anyway I'm clearly a mere naif, because I have no idea what this pillows thing is all about. Is it because I left America so young, they hadn't told me all the secrets yet?
Worry not about pillows, Ms Baroque. Duralex has evidently led a life of dissolution and is a little too au fait with the idiom of porno. I am appalled, natch, but endeavour to keep up in the public interest. One must at least be a witness.
Ms. Baroque whispered :
<< Anyway I'm clearly a mere naif, because I have no idea what this pillows thing is all about. >>
Well, my sweet princess, it's a metonymy. In some american hotels, if they offer a pillow, there will necessarily be a head on it, and with the head usually comes the whole body. Get it ? :-)
I'm afraid the british pillows are less... pneumatic, as the excellent Aldous Huxley said.
Arcati insinuated :
<< Duralex has evidently led a life of dissolution and is a little too au fait with the idiom of porno. >>
Ha ! I noticed that you got me at once, my virgin queen !
As for "a life of dissolution", you'll have to explain to me what you mean by this expression. In case it's just that my experience isn't only theoretical – unlike yours –, I gladly confess I'm an awfully dissolute man, actually.
Thank you so much for the explanation - it all makes perfect sense now.
Mind you, Arcati manages to make even a health spa sound dissolute!
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