Attended the launch of the lovely Abode Hotel in Manchester last night. Very generous they were with the wine and food, too. Get the basics right like that and you'll always get a warm Manchester welcome.
One of my gorgeous friends was lamenting her waistline (the perils of hidden calories in wine, oh, and that giant bag of maltesers, oops). At the gym last week I was fascinated by how many women filed past me to weight themselves on the scales next to my locker. Do men ever obsess about this (other than the gays)? Still, none of this stopped us wolfing down canapes like crazed wildebeast.
Discussed various visits planned to Dubai by friends, and yet it still doesn't seem real. When will it hit me?