A chap's life.

This has been a long week, not in a bad way just absolutely stuffed with parties and events, it got to the point where I had to refuse a party just to have a nice relaxing night in. There is, of course at point at which one really can't take anymore drink and I find that kicks in after about the third night of debauchery that my vim starts to fade.

Saying that I went to an awfully good party. It was as exciting as my first media party almost a year ago. This was simply because it was in an entirely different class. It was in a beautiful tucked away place that was a long-time favourite of Mr Wilde, and had through good fortune remained completely untouched until recently. This event was organised as a supper club for people who were friends of a very select group, I am still rather unsure why I was invited, I had a very entertaining afternoon of cocktails in Soho with her (the girl that invited me) but aside from a couple of other nights out that was it.

As such I found myself on a table with various film directors and other interesting types. I was sat next to a rather pretty (in a blond sort of way) artist. Who was charming but I don't think we will meet again for anything but coffee - I had a look at some of her art on the internet and it was rather trying to say the least.

The party was populated by very suitable people, and I am sure that if I go a few more times I will meet some absolutely wonderful people. I do hope I am invited back.

I have been thinking an awful lot about my situation this weekend, In a what is it all about sort of way. This might just be a seasonal thing as my birthday is fast approaching and it does tend to make a chap think about his life.

Well not too much, aside from the fact I am proud of my cravat collection my shirt selection needs updating and I could really do with a few more brogues I didn't have that many deep thoughts.