Last night we went to the excellent Peter Blake opening at Mother’s new gallery space and then on The Jago. It could easily have turned into a Girls Aloud night, but fortunately we resisted the urge to carry on too late. Even still, I’m feelnig a bit ropey this morning and so have been occupying myself with learning as much Polari as I can. Pointless, although not as pointless as Esperanto. Katie’s wearing her Pepa Loves lulz suit, Mad Fashion Bitch necklace, Kurt Geiger shoes and red gipsy skirt from a market in Greece.