O god. i really must stop singing. i can't, basically (sing well that is), but i also can't seem to stop. There i was, totally happy at the opening of the new Lalique Haviland shop on Conduit street on Wednesday night with the delectable Edwina and Amy, the former looking like a fashion forward and super sexy wicked witch of the west (minus the hat), the latter like a fabulously sleazed-up red riding hood; we were sipping champagne, nibbling Tuscan antipasti, ogling highbrow slebs like Henry Conway and Emma Noble, admiring the OTT twinkling jewels and art deco inspired china whilst being jostled by sloanes and still we couldn't resist the lure of Lucky Voice's new pop up shop just off Carnaby Street. isn't freeloading from one organisation enough in one night i ask you? apparently not. set up to promote the above home karaoke kit the pop up shop is like stepping into LV world with the LV screensavers on the shopfront's windows and the site's graphics made into a hanging mobile suspended from the ceiling. There's free karaoke there (29 Foubert's place, W1) till april 5th, so for god's sake go and stop me returning. no, i will never be in Banarama, no matter how much i want to be. the end.
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