Last night

I went to The Ice Bar just off Regents Street last night. It was a pretty good laugh.

It was Cleo's boss's 30th birthday / company's 3rd birthday / celebratory drinks for being nominated as best new PR firm for next week's PR award ceremony. I was invited and brought along a couple of friends from work (Markus was one of them) too.

Free cocktails all night which is always good, except one that I tried had a load of biscuit crumbled on top. Why I ask?

The highlight of the evening was that two news round presenters were there too. The two on the left...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/cbbcnews/hi/the_team/default.stm

And yes, she is lovely!!! Also there was the heir to the Sainsbury's fortune. Apparently he's a looney toon scientologist.

The party then went on to China Whites so we made our move home. I ended up walking past Downing Street beforeI finally managed to get myself a cab. £22 later I got to my flat and stupidly left my wallet in the back of it!!! Doh! Dumb ass! Mother Fucker!!!

Called my centinal card protection thing to cancel all of my cards. 5 in total. Then this morning the cab driver had called my works number and is about to drop them off at my flat now! Doh! Doh!