Ok all you gorgeous followers (yes ALL 10 of you, Oh no, actually only 9 as one of them is me. I am following myself to make up the numbers, hmmm maybe I can sign up with different accounts and create loads of 'me's' to follow me, does that sound egocentric?)
I have not been very 'posty' as have been suffering with horrible flu, caught whilst posing underwater in a tank, with bikini painted on (yes basically in the nod) with my new BFF (socialite, TV personality and one hot chick- Hofit Golan) its all in the name of charity dahling! Fresh 20 taking water to Africa. So yes I do get my kit of but only when its VERY public and I am NOT being paid!!
Anyway I have been persuaded to keep blogging by my gorgeous little sister who tells me I am 'hilariously funny' and 'a really talented writer’ (yeah!) she's obviously on the major blag for something...she's trying to get her mitts on my Tilly Bagshaw novel- keep groveling Kyla its coveted property!!!
So what with sniffling thru the week, blaming my 14 hours sleep a night on jet lag, I have been a bit of a bore...have now off loaded the cold on to hubby so I am having to listen to him sniveling thru the night, not sure which is worse....
‘Was invited to Montblank Art Awards mid week with new BFF, we were very excited as Montblank always throw luscious events, tres glam and great goody bag. So rushed home to get frocked up as they had sent a car at 630, (the early pick up should have been a clue). Now when excepting invite BFF had mentioned it was in "some strange place like Pimlico" I imagined the heat was going to her head and thought no more about it till I got into the car and the driver informed me we were off to a 7 story carpark in Peckham. Now I still didn’t flinch as I expected the grimier the location the glammer the event…They would have transformed the whole car park, probably the whole of Peckham, we were bound to be greeted at the Oval by an official convoy and escorted thru the petal strewn streets to the car park that was going to be transformed into the Taj Mahal (I kid you not, these were our expectations). Alas we arrived to a "carpark in Peckham" and it was exactly that, a carpark in Peckham...No pink carpets and chilled champers, no beluga canapés, crystal glasses and starched staff just a carpark in Peckham...there were some warm beers, if you had a few hours to wait at the bar, and some ridiculous objects placed strategically around the carpark annoyingly referred to as ART...and not a free Montblank pen in sight! So I stood there teetering in my ridiculously high heels that I couldn’t actually move in (I feel rather like one of those Chinese dolls in them, I am 'delivered' somewhere and don’t move till I am 'collected' again) and my very short pink jump suit and clung to my handbag as hoards of really cooling looking art students and (I am pretty sure casual passers by) pile in to our 'exclusive event'. My BFF is at this point clinging to the side of the car like a ninja chick, begging the driver not to leave us here as she simultaneously screams into her phone at the PR who was to blame for this Bonfire of the Vanities...I got the giggles half way thru and couldn’t take the situation seriously, especially when we were lined up against the wall (along with poor old Blake 7, who like us had turned up to the “Montblank Awards Show” in their Sunday best) to be shot, that is to say they got their photos worth out of us...any way my fab new BFF saved the day by taking me for 2 dinners. Firstly (after eventually finding our return car while having a punch up with some other poor shell shocked west Londoner’s driver) we stopped by Zuma for some scrummy endangered delicacies (why is it that endangered species always tastes better!) before hot footing over to Franco’s for a 4 course meal....Ah the trials of a socialites life- bloody exhausting- I was delighted to eventually get home, stagger out of the stilts on my feet and sit down to the high lights or should I say lowlights of hubby's and mine fave TV show Britain’s Next Top Model, to be fare its Americas Next Top Model that’s are real fave, we are just being supportive of Queen Tyra.
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