Monday, April 28, 2008
We were initially feeling a bit out of touch with the kids as we walked up from my apartment (it was 11 pm, we were usually in our pj's at this time, we didn't even know where the club was) but once inside it didn't take long to get into the swing of things.
Clubbers were (shock horror) our age or older, and everyone was having a VERY good time. A bit of a wedding reception vibe, only without a bride, or a conga.
Spent most of the night dancing on a stage to classics such as Jazzy Jeff's Summertime, Rose Royce's Carwash, and Nomad's Devotion. Much fun.
As I looked out over the very happy, hands in the air crowd, I couldn't help but wonder if Dubai hosts such hilarious club nights (has the Hacienda's reputation travelled that far?).
Had to sleep for a large part of Sunday. Can't believe we used to indulge in such capers week in, week out. We were younger then!
Friday, April 25, 2008
The highlight of this month was the irrepressible David Guest making an appearance. Apparently he was staying at the Mal and wanted to meet the ladies!
Onto the delicious City Inn restaurant: great food as always, and I do love the decor. A bit like sitting in a box of sugared almonds! If the sun shines in Manchester before I depart these shores, I shall try and get onto the terrace. Despite the rumbling trams, it's a real gem in the city.
My lovely friends are arranging all sorts of treats before I go. It will be the simple things that I miss the most (interrupting one another, screeching about Britney/Liz Hurley/ANTM). Loving you all ladies.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Still, my lovely friends and work colleagues are having daily bags of 'gifts' delivered to them - granted they are diverse in nature: one day tuxedo trousers, the next a hoodie, the next gym shorts (what was I thinking...?) still, one woman's trash is another woman's treasure, as they say.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
If you’ve ever moved house, then you’ll understand the stress, nay, panic, that can grip you in the run up to the Big Day. Times this by, ooh, a trillion (hey, I work in PR, it’s in my nature to exaggerate) and that’s how moving to another country makes you feel. Well, me anyway.
It’s not just the usual boring and tedious list of people/utilities/banks etc that you need to notify of your whereabouts, it’s the little day to day things that are currently niggling away at me each night. Such as:
How big a bottle of shampoo should I buy before I go (will I use the giant sized Paul Mitchell in 6 weeks?)
When should I get my hair cut and coloured (who knows how long it will take to find a hairdresser I love when I get to the other end)
Do GHD’s work in Dubai?
Where are the instructions for the central heating in my apartment (new tenant will need these)
Can I still download the Jonathan Ross podcast each week from the Radio 2 website (I am officially old)
How different exactly is the TV situation out there: Lost/Britain’s Next Top Model/The Apprentice are priorities for my viewing.
I’ve never been a brilliant sleeper, you can imagine the state of my sleep at the moment! It’s really not easy being a girl.