Darling, how interesting..
Recently I found myself in one of the most exclusive clubs in London (no names mentioned). I had been out for a after work drinks with a friend in central London when we had both probably had one too many. My friend came up with the bright idea of heading out to Chelsea to life the high life with like the Made in Chelsea stars and pretend that we could actually afford the life that they live. We promised ourselves and each other that we would have just one drink and then make our way to our distinctly poorer part of London.
Oh, how I wish we had kept that promise to ourselves and left after the first bottle of champagne.Six bottles and a few hundred quid later I find myself being dragged off to some exclusive club where my loyal friend managed to get up blagged through the guests list and carried on spending like I was Manchester United football player. I chose to completely forget about the meeting that I was due at at 9 o clock the next morning and carried on partying.
God knows how we got there but I opened my eyes sometime later to find that I was lying face down in some think, luxurious carpet and could hear the sound of screeching girls in the background. Not until I lifted my head did I realise that it was 8.45am and I had to be at the other side of the city in fifteen minutes. Oops. Cue motorbike courier service to deliver me to my meeting an the back of a bike.
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