I’ve had to make do with Blue and White Christmas lights in Regent Street tonight rather than a trip to the Lane – the Spurs were playing and I should have been there because I was in London but I could NOT, no matter how hard I tried, get a ticket for the match. I had Sarah chasing all of the DSHM to see if there were any going, I tried the club and a number of other ‘options’ before conceding defeat myself and spending another evening pacing the streets of Central London gnashing my teeth, wailing and generally misog because of the small matter of nothing to go under the tree for DM to rip open and slaver over on Christmas morning (except for me that is).

London’s Christmas lights ARE Regent Street – if you only see one set of lights, then it should be these ones. I’m not sure why but the tradition is Regent Street for the lights, then into Oxford Street for Selfridges windows. Sure Harrods lights are nice, but they’re not our ‘best ones’ if you see what I mean.

I am not in the best of moods. I got quite a late night last night and not only that but I had a BROKEN night’s sleep. I stayed in a really nice hotel (definitely not a Flea Infested Rat’s Nest of a place like I’ve found myself in a few times recently). I thought I was ‘Lady Muck’ when I arrived and found it was actually quite stylish, in a terrific spot and with all of that, not extortionately expensive.

So, broken night’s sleep……at 3am this morning, the fire alarm went off. It didn’t stop. So, yours truly was stood on a pavement in Paddington at 3am wearing nothing but underwear and a coat (not even any shoes) in freezing fog. How about that for a bit too eventful for comfort? I take back all I said about the ‘civility’ of the place!

Tonight then, tired and very jaded, I got on the tube to Piccadilly Circus, walked Regent Street to Oxford Circus, along Oxford Street to Bond Street and ‘home’ to my hotel.

The Spurs won – looking at the papers we weren’t ‘bathed in glory’ but we DID win and that’s all that matters (sod the ‘playing the game’ theory), I ‘won’ because if DM gets this far into my ramblings, he’ll be pleased to know he’s now got a little something to tear open on Christmas morning.

Last year, I'd forgotten my beans!