The way they wrap my hairdressers makes me look like a woman in a 16th dutch painting - Vermeer or the like. When I said that to the hair wash girl she laughed but I suspect she was humouring me...

Bonded with my old pals at the conference reception over a game of 'spot the wine in the glass'

Then was welcomed extraordinarily generously by the guardians of blip central. Tho less so by the dog who was dischuffed by the absence of table scraps.