Mademoiselle

My first experience of Terminal 5 was when I overheard a fashionista from a rival publication moaning/droaning on about her lost luggage which contained her brand new Lanvin dress – AG AG AG AG GAG. So last week, when I found out that I was flying to Munich from Terminal 5, I ran immediately to Selfridges and purrrrr-chased one of those wheel-them-any-way-round type bags which basically looks like you are walking a dog through the airport but fits in the overhead locker - perfect. Now for the decanting of multiple beauty products. It was so stressful, even though I’ve had many an experience of decanting vodka into lemonade bottles at Glastonbury whilst balanced on a car bonnet in heels and a bikini, my bathroom still looked like there had been an oil spillage worthy of Greenpeace intervention! Still is more eco-friendly than mini’s so worth it.

Another early flight and another case of not sleeping the night before. Don huge Bottega sunglasses, jeans by Closed, a tailored jacket and converse in the vain hope that the decanted Crème de la Mer will do the rest (am smothered in it). Meet the PR from Hugo Boss at eight am in Terminal 5’s Carluccio’s - ouch. The PR, who is male and hot (but who doesn’t bat for our side if you know what I mean) is such a nice boy so it should be a great trip.

Get to Munich – it’s cold and grey but the company is good and the hotel is swanksville! Ooooh, and the lovely Hugo Boss PR has left us a brushed gold plated bracelet on our bed as a gift. I luuuuurve it! There’s time for a quick disco nap then it’s off to meet the others in the bar. I look like I’ve had a fight when I arrive in the bar, the lighting in my room was so terrible I look like a panda sponsored by Mac. I wear that See by Chloe dress with the ruffle sleeves again and those Gucci platforms I nearly killed myself wearing in Istanbul.

The party is in a warehouse – it’s all white and mirrors and strobe lighting. There’s going to be a fashion accident in here, actually there already has been looking around the room. Those clever people at Hugo Boss have created little booths with models sitting inside (a bit like a peep show) wearing the jewellery. Within five minutes I’m all jewelled out so I sniff out the back bar (I have a nose for this) and settle in for a night of gossiping and vodka drinking and frolicking on white leather sofa’s…