While sipping on vodka cocktails the evening begun as many do with me watching funny PR girls running around in their high heels, over straightened blonde hair and layered makeup faces pretending to be busy and important. Having had years of experience in the PR field, dashing around events like a headless chicken, I always find it funny being on the other end of the clipboard.

My friends and I took up our post, next to the bar naturally, and ogled at the various fit straight men in attendance. One friend decided he would play it cool and chat to some random but ended up scaring the poor macho man out of the party. Run fat boy run!
Whilst the evening started slow it picked up with a nice helping hand from out Columbian connection. A few more vodka cocktails and we were ready for the nights entertainment: ex-factor contestant Ruth Lorenzo. Now, to say I was blown away was an understatement. Being a hard lined Leona fan I was intrigued as her set began with the melody to Run and in truth I thought she would fall flat on her face to challenge The Voice. She didn’t! In fact she was amazing and I look forward to hearing her upcoming album. I must admit I was mesmerized until I saw the cute image from the corner of my eye that is Brian Friedman. Despite his ghastly shirt I would still give him a go.

Annoyingly or perhaps luckily as I was about to pounce, sorry I mean make my move, I was grabbed my friend who was insistent we move our party of 3 to a new location. Mr Gay-Guy-In-London was not happy although I can’t work out if the look in Brian’s eye was one of relief or sorry.
It gets worse! The first email to greet me of the day was JLS made a surprise appearance. JLS! I fucking hate surprises. Forget Brian, I could of made my moves on little Ashton – I got a thing for small men. Still what’s a hot shag when you can have shits and giggles with mates…