'So why did you come and talk to me?' I asked the next day.
'Because you looked a bit vulnerable and lost and I wanted to look after you. But mainly because your shoes had zips on.'

I officially had THE FUN last night. Another random night that started out as one thing and morphed into quite another. The plan had actually been to go to the new members club at Quo Vadis with J. Then she was running late into town so I said she should come and meet me at the mothership (the Col) as I didn't want to wait for her in some crowded ( Read more... )

I had a right impromptu laugh last night with S and E at the C. We met a Beverley Hills tennis pro (whose clients include Gwynnie and De Niro if you please) who is now an 'artist' producing a range of vintage style tennis skirts embriodered with shamanic designs. He also claimed to be related to our royal family, and that his family 'owned' Glamis ( Read more... )

I am sure that the photo libraries of the world must be all out of pictures of traders with their head in their hands going 'ARGH' by now - every newspaper every day is chock full of them. I have become strangely obessed by documenting them, but also think there must be some other way to illustrate FINANCIAL MELTDOWN. I know it's serious because we ( Read more... )

Yes, yes, I know. I have been dreadfully remiss in my abscence but I've been out a lot. A lot a lot. In the last few weeks, in no particular order I have ( Read more... )

So another booze-soaked week slides by, despite my weekly promise 'Gotta have a quiet one this week after all THAT'. Who am I kidding? But sadly my dire finacial state dictates that the next two weeks must be a bit - well a LOT - more reserved. Stay tuned for that to all to crumble, along with my liver function. At least I have the bank holiday to ( Read more... )

Note to self - when going 'out on the town' don't bother getting all dressed up in your best togs. Ditch the sky scraper heels and lashings of slap. Instead opt for dirty feet in Havaianas, an old Primark top with faint deodorant stains and slightly lank hair that is neither straight nor quite curly but crying out for a spritz of dry shampoo (my ( Read more... )

To say I am excited about going to V at the weekend is an understatement. I've just found out that ever-wonderful and connected S has sorted VIP tickets for K, L and M, so I am now unable to sit still. Their tickets don't get them into the Louder Lounge, font of all luxury and lockable pods, but I figure we can work on that when we get there. My ( Read more... )

'Ooh you've got a spring in your step, GREAT SHOES!' trilled my boss as I bounced into work this morning. I start an hour and a quarter later than her due to my lack of offspring and inability to cope with 'morning'. I grimaced sweatily (I work up quite a head of steam on my morning jaunts to work these days - I am averaging about two tube journeys ( Read more... )

On the way home from France I made a vow to myself that I would rein myself in, curb my worst exesses with some rose-tinted imagining that I would emerge as a happier, healthier me. Needless to say this has NOT happened ( Read more... )