Hello Angels...

Saturday night was the big charity ball oojit in downtown Seattle. Waaaaay up on the 75th floor of the Columbia tower. The tux didnt look too bad in the end, and the hotel was pretty good at organising transportation. Big stretched limo.. very cheesy but somehow works over here. I think it's because there wasnt a mad screaming girl hanging out of a sunroof on Haymarket in London. As it happened i was providing transport for three other girls, all lovely so my ego was pretty huge for the whole evening, until dahhhling DJ pointed out that we'd actually pulled off the whole Charlies Angels thing. Unfortunately that made me Bosley.. I have a feeling that's going to stick.

It's an improvement on "the lemur" which she's been calling me for a while. I've never seen myself as being small cute and with big eyes!

So anyway, aside from the sheer ego boosting moment of three gorgeous women stepping out of a limo, closely followed by me looking smug and terribly dapper in a tux, the evening itself was marvellous. One of our party has won dinner for 6 to be cooked by a top chef in their own home.. I didnt get too drunk and embarras myself. Left with the same women as well, but.. arrived back as usual in my hotel room on my own! Bloody typical.

Maybe I am bosley?!

Anyway, here's some smashing pictures.