Wednesday 24 September
Had a great day apart from one minor drama before lunch. Lets start with that - get the bad stuff out the way and end on a party high.
Im slightly embarrassed to admit it but a delivery of flowers to my newspaper offices went so wrong, I burst into tears in the ladies loos. (Like something out of a dodgy rom com movie)
At about 11am, I had a phone call from the receptionist saying I had a deliver, which I had to collect. I was abut to go to the lifts, but the editor came over to my desk and we got in a conversation. I forgot about the flowers. Twenty minutes later, I got another call from reception. The flower delivery guy shoved them in my face and had a massive go at me, blaming me for getting him a £60 parking ticket.
Then i looked at the card on the bouquet and they were from the pr of a band who wants me to write about the band. Why can't I get flowers from a hot man?
Then I got even more upset when I realised that I'd never be taking them home. Because I go out literally every night, to about two or three parties a night, I would definitely lose the flowers en route home.
Cue me -0 in the ladies - sobbing about how I wanted to be at home in bed, with a nice man baking for me....
But I pulled myself together. Back to work. Went to a store party at the Links Of London jewellery shop in Chelsea, then to the gig of new singer Katy Perry. Met up with an old pal Jason there, who I roped into taking a photo of me and Katy.
Then Jason and I chilled on the roof of Shoreditch house members club, surrounded by the stars of the new British movie How to Lose Friends and Alienate people. (By that stage in the night we couldn'tbe bothered talking / working)
Jason and I have known each other since we did Maths A'level when we were 18.
Motto of the day - men aren't all arseholes, only the ones you fancy.