Evil Ginger.

After popping into the 55DSL Pic+Mix private view, which was intimate and nice I nearly got killed crossing the road by the ugly, bold ginger guy from Eastenders in his giant Range Rover. Max Branning a.k.a. Jake Wood.

Mid giant burp

No meat? WTF.

After a number of prerequisite 241 cocktails at Bar 55 Sara from K Karl Largerfeld, Giles Pearson and I hot footed it to catch up with old chums at Mildreds. No one told me that it was a f**king vegetarian/vegan restaurant. What a con. Overpriced raw veg a cream brulee that was in dire need of some sugar and gelatin were treats not to be missed!
Although the organic wine went down a treat and they served the best double Russian espresso's this side of the Trans Siberian. However a secret trip to the devils drive through(Burger King) was on the cards soon after.

Carnie-tastic.

Even tought the clocks changed I still didn't get a lay in as I had to be up at the crack of dawn to go to the anual Carters Steam Fair Circus Auction. As my first auctio I was giddy with excitment.
After perusing the random collection of lots including entire fairground stalls, circus signage and a lifesize wax work of Queen Elizibeth on her thrown the bidding had started. So with a bag of popcorn we went to buy crap.
And we did. Our lot is a retro Baskins Robbins sign collection. I love carnies.

I'd rather have a piece of toast and watch the evening news.

As I did the walk of shame this morning listening to Desree singing "LIfe, oh life, oh life, ooooh life" I thought "Not a truer word said."

Goggle eyed.

So, last night I went to the C.P. Company private view of the Goggle Jacket exhibition at the Royal College of Art. Although the jacket has barely changed visibly in the last 20 years the champagne gushed and never showed any signs of stopping except when we had a momentary fanik (fake-panic) as I chatted with April Schmitt and Alexander Gold from the RCA. The conversation meandered from the death of Jill Dando to long live Mutya by way of sexual abuse on public transport.
Much fun was had by all but not sleep.

(Photo courtsey R.Damm)

Wowwee Zowie!

I finally got to see Moon by Duncan Jones on the big screen last night and I loved it.
Space is cool and the film actually had a real sci-fi story line as well as the ethos of just getting on with it.

(Photo courtesy of R.Damm)

I want them NOWWWWWWW!

So I'm meant to be at the Kandinski Awards but I have Swine/Avian/NoRo/Ubola or something and the only reason I got out of bed was to check I had won some trainers on ebay but I totally got sniped. I thought That was illegal now. Im so P O'ed right now. Well back to bed with more Murder. She Wrote.

It's going to be a black(and glittery) Christmas

It may only be October but the shops are full of Christmas shit already. And I'm buying it.
Paperchase have gone off their rockers this year with the cutest chiwawa and Bambi tree decorations teamed with glittered full size skulls. Total brilliance.

Alas poor Yorick.

F**king Gorgeous!

I got my daily fix of violence, porn and swearing at the Antony Micallef exhibition. Yummy!

Gateaux ver it!

After an astounding trip to the Nettlebed Hospice jumble sale I returned to make the best chocolate gateaux ever for The Bitches of Eastwick with some fab new boots and an awesome Gianni Versace double breasted nautical jacket.

I lurrv the cake.

History Repeating It's Self

In a slight reenactment of last Friday Laura T and I went to Fifty Five Bar for 241 cocktails again. Hitting the floor running with Margueritas and Metropolitans we devised her new band The Savawho and Whats. Their debut single I'm Hungry For Your Nuts will be premiered here soon. After some Espresso Bourbons we moved on to The Black Heart where they had stopped serving cauliflower cheese.

Party like its 20010ish

Birthday drinks for Karis from W.G.S.N lasted 12 hours.
From Fifty Five Bar to Russian Bar with Pit Stops in The Black Heart and The Haggerston.
Highlights included contracting some sort of lergie from Cher, dancing with Jaz to a twenty minuite intro to a song that never started and waking up under a towel in a strange appartment opposite The Old Blue Last.
Good times.

The Handmaids Cocktail.

Drinkng my way through Soho is always fun especially whilst enjoying the sinterlating company of Jodie from Chipped Red Nails Yeah. From Ballans to Lab to The Glass House with a stop over at The Union the cocktails were flowing like the river Jordan. The Espressotini was a particular higlight with the perfect mix of fuleing the fires of enibriation whilst supplying a massive caffine kick.

Jodie was on fine form.