I am unable to concentrate at all today. Unable, unable….reduced to a lovesick swooning idiot savante. Gazing dreamily at my wedding finger, which is newly adorned with platinum and bling.

On Friday night my husband to be and I drank a litre of Jameson’s between us and went on a rampage around the beautiful & extremely posh art deco surrounds of the Great Eastern Hotel after fending off coke fiends on the dance floor of a music industry bash.

We did commando rolls and cartwheels in the empty corridors, revolted rich people in the lift, lobbed apples at reception from the penthouse floor, left our unique mark in each corridor we scampered through and got lost in the kitchens & loading bay whilst fleeing imaginary secret police.

Undoubtedly; a match made in Valhalla.