davywavy | Gosh, these high-falutin' circles...

A friend of mine is pals with the conference manager at the Dorchester on Park Lane, which is rather convenient to say the least when we fancy a drink in a jolly nice place. I went to have a look round the place last night and have a drink in the Piano Bar (very nice, '30s ambience, Liberace's Piano in the corner being quietly tinkled) where I sat at the next table to John Cleese.
They're kinda strict on discretion there and so I didn't scream "Oh My Gahd! It's Jah-yunn Ker-leese! I just loved you in Harry Potter!" at the top of my voice, and so the world was spared another demonstration of my pathetic fanboy nature as last evidenced when I met Dwight Schultz. You see, they throw you out if you disturb another guest - even just asking for an autograph is enough to be quietly escorted from the premises...

However, I found out that the Dorchester Ballroom (one of the very nicest places in london, for my money) costs a mere £5000 a night to hire, and my mind turned inevitably to ICC bids.

God, I'm such a sad Cammie at times.