MISS BRIT HATES THE PLAYERS, LOVES THE GAME
When Miss Brit's rock star friend goes for Pixie Geldof and Alexa Cho, can her heart go on?
This week has been a sober affair so far after a weekend of complete hedonism - for want of a better word.
This story was published on April 18, 2008.
Last week was a whirl of parties - DKNY opened a new store on Bond Street, so the fash pack popped in for a cocktail and to have a nose around before heading over to Covent Garden to Bungalow 8.
The usual suspects were in attendance for The Horrors frontman Faris's night on the decks (Henry Holland, Peaches Geldof et al).
On Friday I was invited to go to the opening of a British country home - Luton Hoo - for a gala dinner. Forgetting the gala part, my boyfriend and I rocked up in unsuitable attire, were the only people under 60 there and, while everyone walked around in dicky-bows and penguin suits, my man was in jeans and a jumper - oops.
The next day it was time to mission it back to London for my house party in Bethnal Green - unfortunately marred by a LOT of rain. The boys I live with had covered our whole garden with plastic sheets as a roof and moved all of our furniture outside - it looked a bit strange but pretty cool too.
My friend Phoebe kicked off the proceedings by DJ-ing her girly pop music, getting everyone in the mood and by the time Jamie (Klaxons) and Coffin Joe (Horrors) arrived to play, it was in full swing.
No-one left until 6am and neither us or the house has yet recovered. Luckily for us, our road appears to be full of equally crazy people and, instead of calling the police, they turned up to party instead.
This week has been all about recovering - except for a short trip to the Ben Sherman PPQ party.
Jamie made it into the papers the next day for being a lothario after kissing both Peaches and Pixie Geldof - I mean, really!!!