It’s amazing how my life has changed in the few short months since I became part of "the media". I’ve been invited to a singles party by a columnist from free London paper / waste of trees ‘London Lite’, which promises to be the social event of the season.
Well, I say I’ve been invited – she’s actually just asked her mates to round up any willing volunteers, and one of them, the TV editor from a national Sunday tabloid is a friend of a friend of mine. In saying that, the editor in question has only met me once, and probably doesn’t remember given it was for approximately 5 minutes 3 years ago. And I wasn’t invited by her, I was invited by my friend who got an email looking for desperate single men.
Still, that T4 presenting job / scurrilous story linking me to Lily Allen/Russell Brand/Peaches Geldof is surely only a matter of months away now….
Single, desperate men??! Where??
ReplyDeleteI could tell you, but I don't think you've got a sufficiently over-inflated sense of self-worth to fit in at the party.
ReplyDeleteNot sure if that's a compliment or an insult but I'll leave the schmoozing to you.
ReplyDeleteit's a compliment! and I don't think I'll be going.
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