I don’t want you to get the impression that I’m some sort of lush. Most evenings you’ll find me working on my Tiger Woods handicap on the Wii, ordering take-away whilst necking wine from one of those horrible cardboard vin de table boxes. Straight from the box. No glass. Nevertheless, once in a while, we get an invited to something really cool. So last night we went to the Red or Dead party and it was cool cool cool. It was held in the gardens just behind Selfridges and it was like being privy to a clown’s acid flashback. There was a strong man, a contortionist, a unicyclist, candyfloss, a giant elephant, and lots of beautiful models wearing some very cool clothes. We carried on after the party back in the East End, which resulted in me being an hour late for work. Oh dear. Today a slightly dishevelled Katie is wearing Escada jeans, my sunglasses, vintage jacket and a necklace from Topshop. Time for coffee I think.