Mademoiselle

Went to see Radiohead last night. Would you believe that they don’t allow backstage drinking whilst the band are on, therefore guaranteeing that yours truly would actually watch the band instead of sharing style and hair tips with Bat For Lashes aided by my old pal Jacobs Creek?!

Humph. Anyway, ended up in Shoreditch House (again), where I met Phone Jacker - or as I renamed him, Captain Caveman (do vaguely remember doing the Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaveman for 5 seconds beyond being funny anymore).

En route home at three am, I got a call from some friends who were at The Hospital, the private members club, still sort of medicinal though. Somehow we ended up in one of the recording studios with Supergrass, drinking tea and munching on HobNobs at four am. Weird.

Am off to Glastonbury tomorrow with Mulberry. I’ve got a date with the designer Henry Holland at Paddington tomorrow lunchtime, we’re taking the train together. Need to get home early tonight to work out festival attire. No wellies for Mademoiselle, I’m thinking Westwood Pirate boots and stripy t-shirts and a denim mini, talk about ship wreck fashion….