Thursday involved lots of cancelled trains (writing an email of complaint is on my To-Do List). Friday saw me be possibly the most terrified I can remember being (and I’ve taken three driving tests) as I walked into Somerset House. Getting tipsy on champagne c/o Orla Kiely was fun, even if I felt inadequate the entire day, surrounded by what the media probably calls the “fash pack”, or something equally horrific. Yesterday was odd, pre-drinking at what is ostensibly a country mansion, then coming home so disastrously early, as my friends are apparently incapable of going hard (so they go home). All I have done today is eat, and be cold, and pack. Considering missing my train so that I can go to the Michael Van Der Ham show tomorrow.