Thursday 25 September
My plan was to go to a party with Orlando Bloom, go home early and get some sleep.
I ended up in a West End nightclub getting abuse from Kate Moss and her crew until 330am. And then having a nightmare journey home involving a hot advertising exec and a shortage of taxis.
Taking it from the top, Orlando's party was dull. He turned up to the launch of a new property development party thrown at the posh Hempel hotel, then was surrounded by bodyguards and refused to talk to any journos. (Point of him being there - none at all)
I'd dressed up in a super slinky dress to meet Orlando, so I stayed for a bit afterwards to see if any of the men checking me out were hot. They weren't my type.
But on the way home, I decided to pop into the Met bar. Paul Weller's son Natt was DJ-ing, and I wanted to check out my competition as I have DJed in the Met before.
When I got there, the night turned dangerous as I bumped into my DJ booker Ashley and his mate from Amsterdam, Snapey.
Snapey works with all the best footballers like Beckham and Lampard, as he makes adverts for Adidas. He had lots of hilarious tales and he is super trendy in the way he dresses. Totally my type if he was slightly taller.
Anyway, the met bar wasn't kicking, so we get in Ashley's merc and drive to the exclusive members club Bungalow 8 in Covent Garden. Breeze straight in - ashley is a member - and get some vodkas in. Kelly Osbourne swans in with her bloke, but I dont even try and talk to her after our recent punch up. But then I get a text from another nightclub promoter telling me kate moss and jude law and more are in his club Vendome. I knew I had to go.
Look around for ashley and he is snogging someone, which totally shocked me as he is maried and i thought happily married. (Love in showbiz never runs smooth)
Snapey looked bored so he said he'd accompany me to vendome. Saw kate moss kissing a bloke - amazing story for me - and when she left the club we celebrated with a glass of champagne.
Managed to bump into the guy she snogged again on the way out (lucky) so I decided to take his photos. Snapey was so shocked i was such a ruthless journalist - yet again i put work before impressing men.
We got into a cab on a high and he wanted me to go back to his hotel because it was his last night before flying back to amsterdam tomorrow.
I was all up for it - we drove off and kissed in the car. Then I started thinking about how I was due at work in just over 6 hours time. (I get in the office at 10am). A wave of tiredness came over me. So yet again work came first. I made the cab let me out.
What was I thinking? I was on Portman Square alone at 330ish in the morning. And I had to walk for quite a bit to Berkley Square in Mayfair before I found a cab. Think I crawled into bed about 4am. Alone again.