Cameras, celebrities, and other stuff…

I think I have a curse on me that prohibits me from keeping digital cameras for any longer than six months. One of two things happen – I lose them (but I swear, I lose them somewhere in the house. One minute they’re on the shelf in the kitchen, and then next, poof! Nothing. Nowhere to be found), or they break.

And generally, it has to be said, they break with a little help from the children. They’re all fascinated with cameras, and all ascribe to the belief that what’s mine is theirs. Particularly the daughter. A sparkling nail polish she quite fancies on her own toenails? A blusher she can’t live without? Hair clips that are a must-have? They all disappear, regularly, from my bathroom drawers and are stuffed into the desk drawers in her bedroom.

The kids view the cameras as being family cameras, which would be fine if they were cheapo crappy cameras that it would be okay to break, and we do have cheapo crappy cameras that are okay to break, but no. If it aint Canon or Sony, and if it costs less than $250, they aren’t interested.

The Canon broke, of its own volition, last week, and the Daughter decided to take pictures outside with the Sony, then left it on the bench to enjoy the thunder, lightning and rain. I’m now left with the camera on my blackberry, so forgive me if the quality isn’t what it might be.

I was at Book Revue in Huntington Long Island last night, where I had a great event, and then I’m off to Madison, CT tonight. I’m writing this, lying in bed, having a well-earned lazy morning, and finishing off Don’t You Know Who I Am? By Piers Morgan, which is an extraordinary account of his rise to fame (he’s the judge on America’s Got Talent, and won Celebrity Apprentice), with celebrity-packed tales on every page. He’s irreverent, self-deprecating and full of himself at the same time, and searingly honest. His descriptions had me laughing out loud.

On Kate Moss: “How this stroppy, pinch-faced little coke-snorter from Croydon ever made it to be the world’s number one supermodel is quite beyond me…”

I didn’t have much of an opinion of him until I caught a few episodes of the apprentice, when I realized how good an operator he is, and frankly, after having to deal with that Omarosa, he deserved to win.

Other news: The Beach House has gone in to the New York Times bestseller list at number 11. It shouldn’t matter so much, but it does, and a huge thank you to all of you who went out and bought it during this first, important week.

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