Mademoiselle

Paul Weller was total tosh last Thursday night. He played the most self indulgent set I’ve ever heard in my gig-going life. He played hardly any hits and left his poor old mate from Ocean Colour Scene to play a song on his own while he went for a loo break or something. I wanted the Style Council and I got Style bypass It was so dull I even passed up the opportunity to go out to an after party even though I was working a great Mod look. Drove home on my scooter in a huff.

Due to crap gig, the next day at work was hangover free, which was weird for a Friday so I planned to make up for it later. The Art Department, who have the reputation for being the most hardcore department in the office have invited me to join them at Team ELLE’s favourite local wine bar. The Editor in Chief is constantly vowing to sack anybody found in this bar due to it being a total dive and not at all glamorous, having said that, she also vows to fire anyone seen wearing comfortable shoes, god knows what she would do if you were actually caught in there wearing comfortable shoes. Anyway, the rest of ELLE love it, they have soggy hand made chips and cheap wine - it’s kind of 80s retro cool. Later, my ex-assistant, who was leaving her job as head of press at Diesel, invited me to her leaving do in Kings Cross. Being a strictly west London gal I dreaded the journey East and hadn’t packed a Thermos or anything so forced the CD to drop me off in Kings Cross in a taxi post wine bar shenannigans. She kindly left me on a street corner at 10.30pm. Mmmmm. Scaresville.

Oh my, it’s such a different scene way out East, boys were wearing jewellery instead of tattoos and the girls looked like wrong versions of Peaches Geldof. I ignored them all as they made me feel like a granny and chatted instead to the very talented Amy from London label PPQ who was wearing a mannish blazer as a dress with ankle boots. I was wearing my new jacket by Kinder so luckily wasn’t outdone in the style stakes. After that it was all back to a house party where the world famous DJ Damien Lazarus just happened to be dj’ing. Last time I heard him was in DC10 in Ibiza playing to a crowd of 2,000 people and now he is playing in a front room in Hampstead! Mademoiselle totally lost track of the time and skittered in at 8am….

After spending Saturday in bed, that evening I took The Boy and The Dog to my friend’s new flat in Primrose Hill. Apparently Kate Moss used to live here and they still receive her mail – party invites, the lot! It’s garden backs onto Super Nova Heights, the ex-residence of the Oasis clan. Bet this flat has seen some parties. Cant help wondering what’s gone on in the bedroom before now when she shows me around. Wonder if she needs to get the Church of England round.
My next trip is to the Hugo Boss jewellery launch in Germany this week… Last time I went to Germany I painted on a moustache and crashed a gay, men only leather bar. I was wearing a pink Marni dress at the time but so convincing was my masculinity I actually got served a beer at the bar! I think I was chucked out because of my accent. Kill joys.