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Emilie Ms will be 26 tomorrow, so happy birthday to her. Monday is a crap night for parties, though, so she threw it last night, and dragged us into deepest Brixton with the promise of music, laughter and gin.

I don’t know why Brixton has a bad reputation. I’ve only been once before, admittedly, but it doesn’t strike me as particularly rough. In fact, if anything, with the amount of weed smoke floating around in the tolerance zone it’s fairly laid back.

I did almost get my arm broken last time, but that was more to do with skidding all the way down the road with Emilie on an inch-thick sheet of ice after Leo’s engagement party. He’s married now and the ice has gone.

Anyhow, driving there probably wasn’t the best move as it meant dragging through the wastelands of east London and then fighting through the clueless weekend traffic across Tower Bridge and down through Elephant and Castle, but out of our little First Wives Club I was the first to arrive (Emilie aside, who of course was there first), shortly followed by Kathryn, Mark and Sohpie Red Bull who of course had a can of the stuff in her handbag for emergency promotional requirements.

We were in the Brixton Bar and Grill, which is in a little railway arch under the tracks out of Waterloo. I must have been over it a couple of dozen times or more on the Eurostar by now, but I never knew it was there. It was very nice, and the food looked great, although we didn’t eat it. The music, though, was way too loud, and we spent most of the night shouting at each other but never really understanding what was going on.

At one point Sophie said ‘that woman next to you has got one more tit than me.’

I asked if it was safe to look around discretely and she said it was, but as far as I could tell all seemed to be in order as far as outdoor lungs were concerned.

‘One more tit?’ I asked, and was answered by a frown.

‘What the hell are you on about?’

‘You said she had one more tit than you.’

‘No. Tick. TICK! In speed dating.’

‘Oh.’

They left shortly after that.

Hmmm…

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