After my incredibly hectic Saturday I scrubbed up nice and proper and took a trip up to Covent Garden with Ben for some drinks with some of my favourite people. Looking at this pile of coats and scarves you would be fooled into thinking we lived in the Arctic or there were about 50 of us at this gathering.
Very much like you would expect after four or so cocktails and numerous glasses of wine... things went downhill. Our true and incredibly attractive selves came out.
As you can see we are quite the awesome bunch of people. If you would like to hang out with us sometime (why wouldn't you? just look at us!!) just ping me an email with a mug shot of your 'silliest face' and I will see what I can do.
We left central at about midnight and after indulging in a much needed Burger King on the way we stepped off the train and into a monsoon. Ben being a true gentleman looked over at my little face, thought about how much he loved me, winked, then gave me his coat to hang over my head and keep me dry.
BOLLOCKS DID HE.
Instead he sprinted off home without me, not missing a step to look back and see if I had been flushed away down Balham High Road.
Which by the time I caught up with him in the lift, it certainly looked like I had been.