DIARY - EVENING OUT WITH ... ATTIC FUTURA - Raising the roof with Attic’s Sambuca-swilling snoggers

7pm The Mortimer - Media Business, vastly outnumbered, is greeted by the entire Attic ad team in a roped-off VIP area of their local. Impressive, but it gets much better.

7pm The Mortimer - Media Business, vastly outnumbered, is greeted

by the entire Attic ad team in a roped-off VIP area of their local.

Impressive, but it gets much better.



8.30pm - We transfer to the trendy 10 Room and sashay past the

notoriously choosy door staff into the foyer, which has more crimson

velvet than a 1960s Odeon cinema.



9pm - Smashed wine glasses get us off to a bad start as the fussy staff

insist on hoovering up around us. But half an hour later we’ve settled

in. Julia Liew and Caroline Brooks are deep in conversation and Matt

Slade is caught doing his involuntary Bruce Forsyth impression.



10pm - Emma Theobald demonstrates her own party trick - fire eating a

flaming Sambuca. We gurgle Sambuca down our shirts in a desperate

attempt to emulate her, but Attic boss Caroline Connor shows the way to

do it.



Midnight - Louise Winstanley disappears to an alternative rendezvous -

apparently it’s with a young Chelsea footballer.



1.35am - Ian Keelaghan engages in a spot of Latin tonsil tennis - in the

interests of Anglo-Argentine relations, of course - and a couple of

Russian ladies are seen legging it from Jason MacInnes and James Dodd.

It’s definitely time to split.



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