'twas the week of the xmas party and my favourite affair was the Maybelline do (which I think officially was a cocktail thing, but to me everything counts as a Christmas party these days)… I dimly remember Jill and me stepping into the basement of Soho House, and there was Jen snogging George Lamb on the sofa (kiiiiidding!), while DJ Henry Holland was checking out Jazmine’s legs (he might have… she does have very nice legs) and the whole place was steaming with happy creatures.When I finally got the chance to get close to gorgeous George all I managed to blurb was something like 'I’m sure it's better to be a media whore than work 9 to 5.' to which he heartily agreed (probably trying to avoid a Gordon Brown moment hissing 'Who put this idiot on my sofa?!'). Gee, he really IS cute.
Am I the only one who feels like she's married to Mr Hangover these days, crawling the last meters towards the end of the marathon that was 2010? Oh well, Cheers anyway!