Maybe the best thing was doing NO work whatsoever for four whole days. Or maybe it was drinks at Bistrotheque, pottering round Borough Market then lunch somewhere special, a lazy long rose scented bath...
Indulging in way too many chocolate eggs...
Shimmying the night away with the freshly bronzed Richard Nicoll and gang at Horsemeat Disco....
...where Jonny Saunders kept us entertained (thanks babes), lovely Butt magazine calendars were handed out, Sloanie took out a restraining order on Louise Gray and Madeleine, we danced in disbelief to a remix of Chris Rea's 'Josephine' (terrible..but actually so so right) and yelledalong with Keith Warren and David Waddington to Love Hangover...
Talking of hangovers, I even managed to squeeze in a very surreal trip to Ikea in my pjs the next day. As you do on a bank holiday.
