I’m writing this from the hotel restaurant. A green tea on my left and a yoghurt with fresh fruit and granola on my right.

Today is the Burberry show, and since finding out that Olivia Palermo slept in OUR hotel, and that she’ll be going to the show, Liesbeth is sitting faced towards the lobby so that we absolutely can not miss her. I have my camera ready. Lies is dressed to kill 24/7, make-up check, hair check, everything possible to take the best photo with Olivia ever.

Saturday night London

Sacha, Liesbeth’s friend who has been living in London for the last year, invited us to Jak’s restaurant for dinner, a gigantic place with many long wooden tables, all different types of chairs, couches, high tables and an endless bar with vitrine, including loads of yummy things in it. Candle light everywhere and a great jazz band playing in the corner.

London dresses up for dinner. Dresses, heels and designer bags were flying around my ears. It seems being overdressed doesn’t even come into consideration here. Liesbeth and I did our best to adhere to London etiquette. That meant a black leather pencil skirt with Filippa K blouse and L.K Bennett heels for Liesbeth. I wore a black leather trouser from DNA, a grey top and DvF shoes (high, very high). Yes guys, I’m walking tall at 1.90m.

We shared pizza, sea-bass and grilled veggies between us. Then we took a cab to Bart’s. A cocktail bar in a terribly ugly hotel, you would never guess that one of the hippest bars in the city was inside. You have to be a kind of member, or know people or something like that. Luckily we did.

Sunday, busy day

I got up early to spend some time in the GYMBOX. A gigantic hotel gym that I managed to get lost in and ended up in-between a bunch of steroid-boys who looked at me all weirdly. I turned and ran back to the cardio. Running, cross trainer and some floor exercises.

The Top Shop show was on the agenda, because everyone goes, so us too. Unfortunately we didn’t have a ticket but there was enough to see outside at the entrance. Video camera, still camera, iPhone, everything with us to make sure we’d snap a few cool people and the report will follow soon.

Chaaaaos

I’m thankful that I still have my arms and legs. I discovered some more bruises on my body this morning, which can only be from all that pushing and pulling. Unbelievable, the real die hard paparazzi are incredible beasts. Everyone wanted the best picture of Anna Wintour or Daisy Lowe and used violence to make sure they did. Liesbeth and I held our own and scored big. We left last so as not to miss anyone. Cara, Olivia and The Man Repeller were all there apparently, according to their Instagram, but we didn’t see them. Must have gone out the back way.

Time for Lunch

And that was had at Jamie Oliver. My hero, perhaps even my ideal man. But okay that aside. Crab, bruschetta, calamari and marinated veggies. And a glass of Pinot Grigio, it was almost 4pm after all. We opened our laptops and started writing all about the TopShop hysteria.

Sushi Samba Baby

We swapped our sneakers for high heels. Lies finally had the chance to wear her Gucci-dress and gold Louboutins. I wore a new dress from Iris & Ink. We had booked a table at SushiSamba. So on the 37th floor with the best view ever, we ordered a glass of champagne and dined on black cod. Holy moly, we could have eaten ten portions. Then we felt like another glass of something at Hakkasan, so we did. Our taxi dropped us off at the hotel at midnight. Bet you didn’t expect that huh?

And now we’re on our way to Burberry. Keep you posted!