How about a snack Scoob?

Two vulpine greeters dressed in sleek black take in my outfit from top to toe….

Toto, we’re not in Africa anymore.

My resting bitch face is no longer resting.

I heard the most wonderful story this week. Full credit goes to to its author, Simon Rich, who tells it far better than I’m about to.

Welcome to a world where the only way into the club on Saturday at 10pm is a £400 bottle of champagne.

An update on work + play in London.