Plenty has happened in the last week, so (lucky you) you might just get two posts today. See, sometimes wonders do cease.

First up, last Saturday my colleague / friend / minion Isabelle had her housewarming in what she and her housemates call 'the Pittoresque village of St. Reatham' (erm, that'll be Streatham, then). The theme was 'Heroes' and since Iso is an ex art student with a bunch of ridiculously creative mates, the standard was high. I think our workmates kept up with the competition though. My Anna Wintour outfit ended up a bit more Katie Holmes-esque than I would have liked, but I got quite attached to my wig...


Meanwhile, over in the world of meedja, darling, we were invited to the BT Podshow party on Tuesday at Shoreditch House. Since ShoHo is everything I pretend to hate (stylish, a bit pretentious and hidden away in a scabby bit of East London) obviously I loved it. Far too much champagne was consumed, far too few nibbles were available to soak it up, many photos were taken and by the end of the night, I was tipsy enough to do this...


Yep, that's me with Henry Holland. If you don't know who he is that probably means you have far more pressing concerns in life than following the comings and goings of the London fashion crowd. I don't, so I find drunkenly accosting people like Henry very entertaining, and the readers of CQ would never have forgiven me if I'd have gone home without a snap.

In other news, at that same party I spent ages looking at a bloke and trying to work out where I knew him from. This evening it finally clicked. It was Andy Jones from The London Paper. I wonder if I recognise people from their photo bylines because I secretly hope people do the same for me?