Getting ill

Thursday 25th Nov 2010.

Yvonne had asked me to go to a shopping night at ACNE on Dover Street in London to do some pre Christmas shopping. My idea of hell but the thought of spending time with her and taking full advantage of the champagne that was being supplied by the canny hosts tipped it into a yes please sort of an evening. We met at the store which was suitably festive with just the right amount of bunting to keep you aware that Christmas was looming.

Not being in a mood to shop I went upstairs with Yvonne to watch her parade some of the sexiest clothes I have seen for an age. So sexy that all the other people there were telling her that no matter what she did she HAD to buy the little black number that she paraded up and down the floor for all to see. The champagne was flowing along with the hems of all the other clothes she tried on, all of which I have to say looked amazing on her. The shop assistants were all lovely and the evening was turning into more fun than I thought it might, nothing like egging on whilst not buying anything yourself. Choices made, tissue wrapping completed and thoughts came to dinner.

A friend of mine had just taken over the running of Embassy the night club on Old Burlington Street, so off we trotted with the swag.It used to be Legends, which used to be a favourite of the jet set, how times have changed. John was in the midst of service but was still able to get us a table in the restaurant and we settled down for dinner. Luke, the barman kept sending me over vodkas and lemonade just in case the wine wasn't enough. So after having about a bottle or so of champagne at ACNE we then had a pre dinner drink and then a bottle of wine with dinner. By this time John was able to come and have a chat with us so we had a good catch up and another couple of glasses of wine each.

( Hope you are counting the drinks) by this stage I was feeling a little blotto, so on leaving, when I was putting Yvonne in a taxi she suggested I come with her for a night cap.

So on the way to her place I had no clue where she lived we had the usual breakdown of the evening and how much fun we had had and how amazing her new clothes were and where she would be wearing them. The wine came out and more glasses drunk before finally calling it a night. Up until this point apart from the alcohol I was feeling fine, really fine so snugggled down in the spare room for a good nights sleep.................