Just over two weeks ago, the Blogosphere Magazine launched issue 9 and kept their cover star a secret until the big reveal. At a party. In London. Which I was invited to. Sitting on the train to London, I felt like the jammiest blogger that ever lived. Until I went to do a wee on the train and there was no toilet paper. Fume. Luckily I found a scrap in my bag. Phew.
After circumnavigating the tube and SoHo in a pair of vintage Clarks, not to be recommended FYI, I arrived at the venue and headed inside. Alone. Deep breath, you can do this Hols! You’re an adult. Apparently.