Santa baby, been an awful good girl...

Mind you after a couple of glasses of champers, I'm just plain awful.

Friday saw me at my terribly posh work Christmas party at the Langham Hotel on Portland Place. Yes, it is as posh as it sounds.

But I have seen my first celeb whilst being in London, albeit a minor one. While I was standing in the reception area of the hotel with some friends, Craig Charles of Red Dwarf and Robot Wars fame walked. He's so short!

Anyway, the party was good. We had a champagne reception with canapes, and there were stiltwalkers and jugglers as well as a very good pianist.

The meal was fab, with the creme brulee paritcularly gorgeous and I even had coffee. To sober up after all the wine! For me, the highlight of the evening was the magician who came around the tables. I know I was half cut, but we all sat there gobsmacked at disappearing coins and cards that changed colour, top bloke.

The best trick of the evening however, was to be found in the hotel bar. To make a £10 note disappear, all you had to do was order a vodka and orange. Poof! Off goes the cash, never to be seen again. Bastards!