Woke up the day after the Groove Armada party looking like this:
I’m still in my party rokkie, but wrapped in a gown in bed. In the wee hours of the morning, when I’d gotten home, one of my old bosses spotted one of my drunken tweets and we ended up having a fat, sozzled two hour chat. Didn’t want to wake le boyf, so this happened on an old newspaper… next to the bin… in the entrance of my building, hence the gown…
Love you Sam!
Guys, if you don’t already follow @SamWilson1 on twitter (I think most of Kaapstad do…) get cracking. Despite lecturing me at great length regarding my love o’ Botox, she’s the shizzness.
X x x