Yes, the life of a journo can be a whirlwind of premiers, parties and fun aplenty. Well, ok, it's isn't really but occasionally there is a little party action. In fact myself and the Fidders found ourselves at he birthday party for Mr Curtis Jackson this last sat eve. Not entirely sure how, but hey, who's complaining. Held in the tremendously iced-out pad of one of Fiddy's friends (er, as in that Fiddy not Ms C), we supped champers like it was our birthdays, let alone his. Which it was. Happy birthday Fids and thanks for making our heards hurt really, really badly. Anyway, back to the real world of doing your own cooking, buying your own drinks and going down shop on sunday with a hangover from hell.
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