TREAT ME MEAN!

mmmm..... I think that I am starting to develop a bit of a habit.

Just like yesterday morning Tomas and I met at Pret a Manger in Picadilly for coffee and cigarettes. It was a horrible, drizzly and cold morning so we didn't much feel like sitting there and working our way through the packet of Silk Cut I had just bought.

Instead we huddled under Tomas' umbrella and smoked a couple outside Amanda, Oh! whilst sipping on our cardboard take-away cups ... sort of shattered the continental romance of it all!

Mind you, I found myself hoping that tomorrow will be sunnier so we can imbibe caffeine whilst talking and laughing within a tobacco cloud ... time for nicotine gum if this carries on.

Good morning at work - won't bore you with the details.

Met up with Millie for our session with Rosa Klebb at the gym. She had me stretching, bending over and getting myself into the sort of positions that I know some of my boyfriends would just have been ecstatic about! Must remember to practice these because I'm sure they will come in handy soon .... Nico for instance!

Once finished Mills and I popped down to Barrafina (new tapas bar on Frith Street) for some of the most divine tapas I've experienced in London.

Mills was feeling much better when we left as she had been nursing the hangover from hell when we met. She had me in stitches recounting her experiences from the night before.

As marketing manager for Walrus Books Millie had been responsible for organising the book launch for Annabel Gouranter's latest book. If you aren't aware Annabel is the arch-feminist who's books include; 'Remove them at birth - castration and the reduction of male aggression', 'Every man knows his place' and 'Battery operated is better.'

Well, it appears that after downing quite a few glasses of champagne and launching into a rather embarrassing, no holds barred attack on the opposite sex, Annabel signed a few copies of her book 'The Future is Female', before disappearing from the main room. Anyway, she had to be restrained by security for a sexual aggression on one of the handsome young Walrus junior sales managers. She was grabbing at his fly whilst shouting, 'treat me mean you bastard', when they eventually pulled her off him ... it going to take all of Millie's P.R. skills to keep this one out of the press!

Needless to say, once Millie had managed to organise a cab to get Annabel back to her hotel suite she had downed a bottle of champagne herself ... I can't say I blame her!

Arrived home to find message from Nico on the answer machine wondering if I wanted him to pop over with a takeaway.

He arrived within the hour with some sushi from the Japanese restaurant across the road.
I was starting to feel pretty stiff from my work out so got Nico to give me a great massage ... that just left it up to me to work off any stiffness he might have built up since we last saw each other ...

COFFEE AND NICO ... NICOTINE!

What a fabulous night we had!

Nico and I rolled in at around 2.30am and then rolled around until around 4.30am!!!

Not only was this great fun but I sobered up and got real perspiration inducing exercise at the same time - how marvellous is that!

Got Nico a little jealous by talking a tad too much about how impressed I was by Hans, from Sins of Angels, HUGE member. Now Nico is not a man of small proportions himself but there is no easier way to get the opposite sex going than to start talking about big ones.

If fact, it was just too easy, I made him prove to me again that it's not always about size but what you can do with it - let me tell you - Nico can certainly do a lot with his!

Early start to work, Nico and I shared a taxi into town, both of us feeling rather self righteous. Although somewhat tired our noctural activities we had worked off any chance of us suffering from hangovers this morning!

Nico left me outside Amanda, Oh! and went home to get changed for work, so I popped across the road for a quick coffee and cigarette at one of Pret's streetside tables. I was just stubbing it with my Manolo heel out when Tomas appeared!

'Caught you at it!' he exclaimed as I tried to kick the butt under the table and hopefully out of sight.

Tomas and I tried to give up smoking together last year - apparently he is doing better than me.

Saying nothing more about the cigarette at this point Tomas smiled at me beofre saying, 'Fab night last night, another coffee?'

I agreed and Tomas nipped inside before returning with two steaming, frothy cups and sitting down next to me. 'Well come on don't be greedy!' Tomas reached into my handbag and brought out the packet of silk cut and cheap disposable lighter that I had just bought in the small newsagents next door.

'Gagging for one of these' and just like in the old movies he put two in his mouth, lit them both and passed one to me.

'When did you start smoking again?' I questioned as he inhaled deeply.
'When did you start smoking again?' he replied.

Anyway, it appears that just like me Tomas has been enjoying a quick cigarette every now and again and had been worried that I found out it would start me off again, as you know I've have been doing exactly the same thing, I didn't want to start him off again!

Now that our dirty little smoking secrets were out in the open we both sat, gossipped, drank coffee and smoked our way through a whole pack of twenty.

Before you could say 'Robbie's back in rehab!' an hour had passed! 'Oh my God!' Tomas exclaimed before jumping to his feet, 'I've a conference call will Japan in ten minutes!'

'Can you believe it', said Tomas as we hurriedly made our way across the road, 'You're considered a gold-digging chancer who married for money and sleeps with anything in trousers and I'm seen as an outrageous gay, Russian immigrant! Yet, the only thing we are both worried about is whether anyone finds out that we are secret smokers!'

Strange old world isn't it??!!!

THE OSCARS

Spent most of the afternoon arranging our impromptu Oscars party for tonight.

I decided to hire out Vena ma Boca in Soho for our Oscars themed shindig. Millie and I had already put our connections to good use and we had managed to make the smart Tapas Bar look like red carpet and gold statue heaven!

The theme being 'the red carpet' I wanted everyone to arrive as glammed up as they possibly could and once the organisation was over it was a case of shooting back to my apartment for a quick rest before getting ready.

With the guest due at nine I arrived a few minutes beforehand to make sure that everything was OK - it was! It was fabulous!

What a night we had -

Angela Alette arrived without her new husband with her usual posse of gorgeous guys in tow. She, as always, looked fabulous - rather nipped and tucked up close - but it was an Oscar party aka the Night of the Thousand Knives, so she did fit right in! Angela is an Oscar winner of course for her song from Maison de Quatre Amours from the Sixties but she preferred to stay in London tonight.

Ben Truman - looked good enough to eat, and do plenty of other things to too - what can I say! He always looks hot as hell and he was on great form spending most of the night flirting with anyone who came his way and downing vodka gimlets like there was no tomorrow.

Millie arrived with Marcus - I was surprised that he was here being Oscar night and all but it appears that he had to foresake his invite to the Vanity Fair Oscar party in order to complete negotiations on his new project.

Cass arrived with the band Sins of Angels - a wild bunch if ever I saw one - right up my street. Cass was on fab form too and was doing all she could to encourage the boys to behave like real badass rock stars!

Helen arrived with her P.A. Chantelle. Chantelle is a great girl a complete live wire. Chantelle also gets to screw every fella that Helen passes on - a great perk of the job!

Tomas arrived with his new beau, Paul (very tasty I've got to say) and the pink crowd. They were all giddy with excitement over the nominations for the two great dames - Helen and Judi - and dame in waiting Kate!

Nico also arrived looking like a Greek version of James Bond, replendent in black tie - liking this guy more with every passing day! Watch out girl - don't want to fall too hard here!

We certainly had a wild evening and as the vodka and champagne flowed things certainly did get right out of hand.

I seem to recall judging a 'gold globes' competition of our own - also being rather bemused that there was still quite a large number of real boobs out there still!

That was followed by the boys doing a special Oscars show in response - I gotta say I was most impressed by the guy Hans from Sins of Angels - HUGE!!!! Millie tells me he is a former porno star and even has an extra large dildo named after him - if Nico wasn't here .....

The best result of all - Dame Helen winning the Oscar - congratulations - what a talent and what a beautiful woman - wonder if I could do a Gap and sign her up as a new face of Amanda, Oh! underwear ....?

Gotta go ... Nico is waiting and I really want to find out just how much a Grecian Urns!

SATURDAY IN THE CITY

Met up with Millie in Covent Garden.

Last night we decided that it would be a great idea to celebrate the Oscars by holding an Oscar themed party tomorrow night.

Where better to start looking for outfits that in and around Covent Garden and Neal's yard ... also where better to meet than around here for a good gossip and lunch at the Charlotte Street Hotel, a short taxi ride away - Helen and Cassie where meeting us there later.

Got some great props and outfits - tell you more about this tomorrow and Millie and I had a great laugh with the girls at lunchtime.

Couldn't help be do a little bit of bitching and gossipping ... for instance;

Tom Cruise - short in stature into weird religions maybe, but - rumour has it - that it's Katie who is the control freak and it's poor old Tom who's trapped in this bizarre marriage!

Kate Moss - drug addled old slut who will sleep with anyone, anytime, anywhere ... so overspoilt and bored with life that cheap thrills sex is one of the only things that brings a smile to her greying, increasingly lined face .... allegedly of course!

Geri Halliwell - unanimous agreement that she is a self-centred, self-obssessed, egomaniac talentless cow!

Brad Pitt - completely smitted and under Angelina's spell. She wears the pants and she calls the shots in this one - allegedly!

Now, I know this all may seem a little mean ... and I know that this is all bitchery and not founded on any fact ... but don't we all just love to do it. After all, unless one of them takes up reading my blog - which seems a little unlikely - I'm sure it won't have done any harm at all!

Quiet night in with Millie and Kyra Knighteley in 'Pride and Prejudice'. May be Saturday, and not quite a wild night out, but we've got a party to organise for tomorrow and I'm in the mood for a really good one!

BELLISSIMO!

Early start this morning as Nico had to get up and go to the docklands for a photoshoot.

No problem with that though, it gave me the chance to get into the office early. I love London in the early morning. Although the weather wasn't great it had stopped raining and there was that lovely clean smell that comes from a world just waking up and the clean air that the rain has brougn down with it.

Stopped for a quick coffee and (I know I shouldn't but sometimes it's just so right) couple of cigarettes as I sat outside Picadilly's Pret a Manger. It's so great just sitting there. looking all European watching our great city slowly start to come to life.

The final night dwellers can be seen slowly making their way home, whilst the new day's inhabitants wearily make the handover from dark to light.

Feeling suitable guilty for smoking I handed the nearly full packet to a young Italian couple sitting at the table next to me. I could see a glimmer of recognition in their faces but they were most grateful for the cigarettes.

When I see Italians I can't help but wonder what they are talking about - it always seems that their animated conversations are far more interesting than mine! Perhaps I should learn Italian instead of Spanish! - mind you Nico also thinks I should learn Greek - goodness I could be working for the United Nations next!

Speaking of Italians, Tomas was already in the office when I arrived - looking fabulous as always - god girls if I could bottle his beauty secrets I'd make a fortune. He was happily beavering away with a huge smile on his face.

'In Love Darling' he gushed as he bustled past me.

'Tell me more ...'

'Second gen Italian, called Paul, parents called him Paolo but honey he's more English than you, and works in the City! Shall we just say dark, hirstute, gorgeous, huge and makes a great coffee in a morning! What more could a man want ....!'

'Gay man darling', I replied, 'Gay man...!'

GYM-TASTIC

Just recovering from a session with a personal trainer at the Third Space in Soho.

Last night Millie and I though that it would be a good idea to get fit and have a bit of a work out - the idea of doing this under the watchful eye of some muscled bound fitness guru also lent a certain appeal to it too.

I booked it for Millie's lunch break so the two of us arranged to meet there at 12.30. we both arrived with our pink gym bags crammed full of unused lycra and asics trainers.

After a quick change the two of us waited for our personal trainer - 'God, I look like a human condom' Millie whispered to me, resplendent in her purple lycra suit.

Our faces must have been a picture when our P.T. arrived, both of us where hoping for Daniel Craig emerging from the sea as James Bond, what we got was an Eastern European Rosa Klebb type harridan. 'I am going to work you harder than you've been worked before' she exclaimed, 'and what's more you are going to enjoy it!'

One long, hard hour later I can attest to the fact that I had never worked harder before and, quite bizarely, I had enjoyed it. With no manly muscles to ogle our wizened little Rosa ensured that we concentrated on our work out with no distractions!

After a light salad at Balans in Soho Mills and I went our separate ways - and yes, we have booked a programme with Rosa - here's to getting fit!

Quiet night in - on my own can you believe! Flipped through TV channels and watched a little bit of Hotel Babylon - made me feel sick all the strange whirling aerial shots around London so I flipped over to Bonkers! - it certainly was Bonkers! That's the problem with not watching TV too much - the less you watch the less you want to watch!

Getting rapidly bored with the goggle box I found myself texting Nico to see how he had got on at this test shoot.

Half an hour later the TV was off and we were in bed - much better way to be entertained in an evening!

THE GIRLS ARE BACK IN TOWN

I do love emails - what a great form of communication they are.

In amongst the spam - you now the ones, Cialis, Viagra, perform like a porn star - there was one from Millie;
'The Girl's Are Back in Town!'
Hi Mand, I hope all's well. Cass and I are back! Great time away together - nice and relaxing - really I mean it, we actually behaved ourselves! We'd love to meet up with you for a good gossip later on - how about 7.30 at Floridita, Wardour Street?

And then from Helen:-

'NY sorted'
Back from the Big Apple.
What a fortnight, with London Fashion Week and the NY scenario I am really ready for a night where I don't have to think Fashion for a minute. Mills and Cass are back, it would be great for us all to meet up.

Heaven! Can't wait.

My three best friends and I - couldn't wish for a better night. All of them have been so great to me, sometimes I don't know how I would have got through some of the bad times after Emmanuel's death if they hadn't been around.

Love Floriditia too - very Cuban, very fabulous.

I am teaching myself Spanish so I rang and confirmed our table - puerdo hacer una reservation para quatro para esta nochas a siete y triente hoara? - Not perfect I know but I think that the Polish reservation clerk understood what I was trying to say.

Quick meeting with Elizabeth McCain - sorted out the themes of the new swimwear lines - all the pictures are going to be very Warhol, backgrounded in New York loft type apartments with lots of beautiful and creative looking people lounging around in the background.

Good natter with Elizabeth too - she told me that she had given a twin baby boy and girl up for adoption when she was younger - something that she never wanted to do and something that she now whats to put right. Good luck ... but proceed with caution. She is such a great lady I do hope that it all works out well for her.

Tomas whipped out late afternoon and got me some new jeans and a little top to wear tonight - God I LOVE that man.

FLORIDITA

Fabulous evening, the girls were all on great form. Mills was as clumsy as usual and managed to spill her pomegranite vodka all the way down her white top - looked as if she had been involved in some sort of massacre! I did tell her that it made her boobs look great though!

Cassie has tickets for us all to see a live lounge performance by Tears of Angels next week. I really want to see that, I loved their DVD 'long, hard and uncut' - seem like a really great bunch of guys.

Joined at mid-night by Angela Alette and Ben Truman - both still very pleased about their risque ad campaign for me. Rather drunk and ogled Ben too much - in the end he started to laugh at me, I guess I did look a bit pervy but he is soooooo gorgeous. Wonder if I could get him paired up with Tomas?

DON'T FORGET TO SWALLOW!

After meeting with my fave photographer Elizabeth McCain this morning Tomas and I nipped across to the Wolseley for lunch.

Whilst we chatted and bitched away over a fabulous sea-food platter I noticed that blue-blooded celebrity x-ray junkies Zara Hayn-Leon and Lucy Bessington where setting themselves down at the table next to us.

'Though I could smell something', Zara exclaimed loudly when she saw me, 'God, the place has really gone to the plebs since we were last here Lucy.' The two of them brayed with laughter at Zara's priceless wit!

Frankly, the two of them could say whatever they wanted about me - I really don't care! As I have been branded a sluttish, golddigging bitch by most of the redtops I can honestly say that my skin is as thick as a rhino's hide - albeit a lot more attractive!

Tomas, however, is a different matter.

'Oh my god Amanda, I didn't realise that The Priory was doing day release!, Now don't forget to swallow your food girls, I'm sure you know how to do that don't you? I have heard that you don't have any problem swallowing everything else!'

Not impressed the two of them requested a table change, which was absolutely fine by Tomas and I.

Tomas has decided to give up chocolate for Lent, he has a divine body but feels he is putting on a bit of weight and getting love handles - rubbish of course but once he's made his mind up... 'Saw my reflection in the locker room at the gym and I was shocked, being gay is just so high maintenance you know!'

I have decided to stick to Nico - make him a sort of (dare I say it!!??) boyfriend, if you will. Now, whilst I don't want it to be exclusive - on either side - I must say I have enjoyed my time with him. Tomas was over the moon, he says it's about time I got someone serious as there hasn't been anyone since Emmanuel died. One step at a time is what I say!

Quiet night tonight but Mills and Cassie are back tomorrow - hooray! Although Helen won't be around I'm looking forward to a good gossipy night with the girls.

AMY FOREVER!

Nico and Andre left first thing this morning, Andre had a photoshoot for a men's fitness magazine and Nico had a screen test for Ralph Lauren!

I have to say that I am very taken by Nico, gorgeous, Greek and a great laugh ... not to mention hung like a horse and great in bed, he's someone that I really do want to see more of ... and not just on a professional basis!

Anyway, I had plenty to do at the office and it was great to immerse myself in fabrics and designs - a real sense of achievement.

Of course all of it was done with my right hand man Tomas who manages to mix his incredible business savvy with a bitchly hilarious wit.

We were still signing off some final designs when Tomas excalaimed that it was 9 o clock already and that he had tickets to the hottest gig in town - Amy Wineshouse.

Well I gotta tell you, quick than you could say 'rehab' the pair of us has freshened up, crammed down the last couple of Pret a Manger sandwiches left in the office fridge and grabbed a taxi into Soho.

Fantastic, fabulous and incredible is all I can say!

Amy has the most fabulous voice in Britain today and she proved to be a consumate professional performer, her parents where there and she dedicated a couple of numbers to them - priceless.

Once finished, Tomas who has had a brief relationship with one of her P.R. team gto us invited to join Amy, her boyfriend Alex and their entourage fo a meal at Balans in Soho - great in the evening and even better for a full English the next morning when you have a hangover.

Just looking at Amy I am so glad to be British and to see that we can produce talented, future icons like her.

Let's hope that the days of talentless, dull and useless celebrity is coming to an end. I mean how many times can people look at the lifeless, moist glazed stare of Pairs Hilton and her likes with any interest.

Like a skinny fish that has been left lifeless in the fishmonger's window for too long - let's chuch her out, before she starts to smell!

SPAM AND THE GOLDEN PIG

Happy New Year everyone!

The year of the Golden Pig - one of wealth, health and prosperity for all - welcome to the Chinese New Year!

What a party we ended up having last night, and, as usual, the day did not end up as planned.

After our girl's night out at Nobu Helen and I were all set for Spamalot and Chinese New Year celebrations, so far so good! That is until Helen got the call begging her to shoot off to New York to help out on the 'From size zero to size hero' story that Chic is running in the next edition - all about a couple of heroin chic models who have got off the drugs started to eat and look a hell of a lot better for it! Good for Helen, she has always been on a crusade to stop the pressure being heaped on young women to look like skeletal icons like Victoria Beckham - go girl!

Anyway, with Helen on a transatlantic flight and Millie and Cassie still in Barcelona for the weekend that just left Nico, his pal and me.

I decided to give Spamalot a miss, I really want to go and see it with one of the girls, so I called up a very excited Tomas (my incredible and much loved second in command at Amanda, Oh!)who was over the moon about going in my place - and knowing Tomas he would probably be taking 3 men with him who would be every bit as gorgeous as Nico.

I met up with Nico and his pal Andre at the Soho House Hotel, I decided to wear a yellow, tight fitting track suit (very Uma Thurman from Kill Bill)and the evening couldn't have started better when I saw the two of them arrive. Taking me up on my suggestion of oriental themed clothing they had both come dressed in Brue Lee action clothes.

After a few cocktails we made our way into China Town to Fu King Great to eat.As we enjoyed our meal and some rice wine an ex-mega ninties girl band member who had arrived on her own came over to us. I've always had a great dislike for the bitch, over-rated, over paid and totally self-absorbed. She obviously had taken to shine to either Nico or Andre and probably thought that I was being greedy with both of them for myself.

Now, there is nothing as pitifully sad as a tiny has been still strutting around like people still care but this particular woman's head is so far up her own rear I really do believe that she still thinks that her band has retains some relevance.

Anyway, after a quick exchange of pleasantries she plonked herself down in the spare chair and helped herself to a glass of our vino. 'Oooh, child care is sooo exhausting, I never get any me time, in fact it's been ages since I had a date!' As she said this she screwed her face up into a sort of contorted grimace and squeezed Andre's upper thigh.

'Ever since I left the girl's it's just been non-stop', she whittered on, 'photoshoots, albums, concerts, is there any more of me left to give!'

I could see the boys faces glazing over as her manic, screechy voice whittered on about herself in the background.

'Amanda, if you ever want me to model for you all you have to do is ask, my rates are really good! Just look at my tits, still firm even after having a baby try to suck the life out of them. What do you think boys, want to check them out for yourselves .. Ha!Ha!only joking!'

At this point Nico and Andre pulled a fast one, Nico leaned over to Andre and gave him a kiss so passionate that it got my juices flowing - very Brokeback Mountain!

This stopped our 'guest' in her stride .... 'oh, oh ... I didn't realise. Oh .. is that Robbie over there ... haven't seen him in ages .. have to go!'

With that she legged it, sensing that a quick one with one of my hot fellas wasn't going to happen if they were into each other rather than being into the opposite sex!

Once the tiny little has been had scuttled away we all burst out laughing! 'God am I glad to see the back of her!' burst out Andre, I've never liked her - always liked the bubbly little blonde one!

'So', I said after a large gulp of rice wine, 'I guess that I'm in for a night on my own then!'

'Amanda', said Nico, 'that show was just for her, we'd be more than happy to prove that to you if you'll let us!'

... and with that the three of us hastily left the restaurant and make it back to mine and although I did get to two of them to fool around a little with each other for my personal enjoyment, I can honestly say that I started this Chinese New Year with a real bang!

TELEPHOTO TALES

Great night at Nobu with Helen.

Out of the four of us that woman is just so goddam chic! No wonder she is Editor in Chief of Chic magazine itself.

What I love most about Helen is that when she gets a few drinks inside her she just gets more and more Irish - the polished and professional businesswoman turns into a raucous and wild lass from Cork!

We had a really good laugh together - she had me in fits when she told me about the time she had to jump on a flight over to Paris to sort out supermodel Salome (you know, size zero, miserable as sin and loaded - and I'm not talking about just money when I say that) and Italian super photograher Ricardo El Muzio.

Apparently with the two of them it was hate at first sight and they refused to work together - not a great sitaution when they were supposed to be creating the cover image for Chic.

Helen arrived in Paris only to find the two of them low down and dirty in her hotel suite - 'she certainly had her mouth, hands, feet .. you name it all over his telephoto lens' was Helen's expression. After being asked to join in the fun Helen saw red and I woud have loved to have been in the corridor outside the suite when my feisty Irish friend threw the two of them out into the corrodor - both naked and drugged to the eyeballs! Both were on their best behaviour the next morning - pissing off the editor of Chic is not a wise move and they new it!

As I said - a great evening, both of us stumbled into a taxi around midnight and Helen cam back to stay with me in my Knightsbridge pad.

I'm meeting up with Helen again tonight - Nico is bringing along a model friend of his and the four of us are off to see Spamalot - I am really looking forward to it.

After that we are heading into Fu King Great in Chinatown to do a bit of Chinese New year revelling. It's going to be the Year of The Pig which by all accounts is supposed to be a vintage one.

FRIDAY NIGHT AT NOBU

After my most enjoyable breakfast in bed it was straight to the office and down to business.

Now I've checked out (!!) and signed up my models it's just a case of finalising the designs and getting them made up. You would think that swimwear would be fairly straightforward to create but, believe me, there's far more to it than you would initially think. Like most clothing it is all about the fabrics and their fitness for purpose.

Swimwear has to be very flexible and durable - all that in and out of the water plays havoc with it! You also have to conside how the material performs when wet - I am sure that i am not the only girl out there who has bought herself a fabulous white bikini only to find that it's gone totally tranparent when you come out of the sea - usually to an audience of amused sunbathers! Now, in the case of the fellas I would be quite happy to design see-through swimwear for them but, you know what men are like, most of them would be way too embarassed to have their shortcomings on display for all to see, especially if the water is on the chilly side!

Nico - the name of the young stallion I was with earlier, let me know that he had nothing to do tomorrow night so I have decided to make a date with him and take him to see Monty Python's Spamalot.

As for tonight - I am meeting up with Helen for a good gossip over sushi at Nobu. Helen is overseeing the fashion shoot for me and is especially pleased as I am taking out several feature spreads in Chic over the next few months - the Amanda, Oh! Orgasimique range is being launched in April. Helen's great, for someone so professional and discreet she's always more than happy to share her industry news with me, she knew all about Angela's nuptials at the end of last year before anyone else.

Right, better get going, something chic and elegant should do for Nobu - and, you never know, if I get lucky I may do a Boris Becker and end up with someone gorgeous, loaded and horny as hell in the laundry cupboard!

MODEL MEN

Feeling a lot better today - yesterday was one of those days where I was just counting the hours before it was time to go back to bed.

Whilst the Brits was great fun (oh, and by the way ... congrats to Amy Winehouse, my sorta gal!) and my aftershow antics with my Yankee Rockers certainly showed that their live performance was phenomenal, it was quite tiring existing on no sleep and recovering from a hangover.

I did have a bit of fun in the afternoon getting to chose swimwear models from a bunch of some of the most gorgeous men you have ever seen.

Six packs, huge lunchboxes and chiselled jaw lines - incredible!!

One of the perks of having your own design label is the fact that I get to be hands on with all of my decisions! ... and I've got to say that with one of the models in particular I was certainly that!

Nothing like a early evening session with an Adonis like creature to help clear the head and work away all of the daytime stress.

He obviously did end up staying the night ... afterall I did need someone to bring me my coffee in bed this morning ... and he lived up to expectations ... he brought in a well brewed cafetiere wearing nothing but a dazzling white smile.

Shame the coffee was cold before I got to drink it!

VALENTINE'S AT THE BRITS

Good God, I feel like a train wreck this morning!

It's 8.30am, I am at my desk, I am still wearing what I had on (and off!) last night and I must smell like a vodka distillery!

Who's idea was it to arrange the men's swimwear collection shoot for April's edition of Chic the morning after the Brit Awards??!! - oh, it was me!

With all good hangovers the only question you have to ask yourself if - 'was it worth it?' Well, to be honest, it's a bit debatable right now, I'm probably still a little tipsy and in need of a little breakfast and a double espresso ... however ... what a night!

As always Cassie got Millie, Helen and I tickets to go to the Brits and, being Valentine's day, and - apart from Millie - none of us having a fella at the moment we all decided that we were going to party like seasoned rock and rollers!

It was vodka and cranberry juice from the word go and by the time we got to our table at the awards I was already flying!

After a great evening of dancing and drinking - and outrageous flirting of course - I decided to split from the rest of the girls and accompany a very successful US band to an aftershow party in Soho!

Well, I tell you what, those boys certainly do know how to party and I loved every minute ... before you could say 'and the winner is' I had organised for my limo to come round and pick myself and two of my rock star boys up as I wanted to take them on a Champagne Night Tour of the capital.

Well, you know me, I'm not called Amanda, Oh! for nothing. There I was, excited, high on Vodka and hyped up from the Brit Awards in the back of my very comfy executive limo with two ripped and randy rock stars!

What's a girl to do? All I can say is that just like some of my corporate business decisions that I have to make, in this instance, two heads was certainly better than one! The boys gave me a personal performance that had style, as well as substance, and demonstrated to me that they both have great stamina and can certainly rise to the occassion, time and time again!

So here I am, as I begun, at my desk and trying to get ready for work. The boys were sleeping like babies in the back of the limo when I got my chauffeur to drop me off ten minutes ago.

I'd better go and get washed and sorted, I've got to personally select six of the best male models Europe has to offer, to model my swimwear ... !

Don't worry, I'll let you know how I get on!