SARAH! SARAH! SARAH! TO YOUR LEFT!

Yesterday, I was fortunate enough to go to a London Fashion week event at the new Stratford Westfield which is adjascent to the Olympic Village(impressive - even though only half built). It was the Look Magazine catwalk show for the high street, so I went as Babara Horspool's (New Look's Trend Director) guest. She is my old boss and the competition but still it meant I got to go and rub shoulders with celebrities such as Amy Winehouse's niece who has an amazing voice and sip champagne from a pop bottle which is always a bonus.

So we were all arrived at the venue after about a hundred speed bumps later feeling a little car sick and then had to fight our way through the stronghold of people queuing to get into Primarni. It was our idea of hell but we pushed through and entered the land of the sane on the second floor, it was total mayhem. On arriving, I was accosted by one of the photographers for my photo, a journo took down all my vital statistics and I spent the next two seconds posing for the camera. You have no idea how good it feels when the paps do that because it levitates you to this world that you know only the celebs get - so yes I was buzzing. You can only imagine the grin, so sad really!

With my inflated ego and champagne in hand I joined the green room and scanned the area for trends and celeb spotting, I love a bit of a celeb even if it is only Mandy from Eastenders - bit nerdy like that, it's like my Where's Wally of the fashion world. We were then ushered into the show and I strutted off in front of everyone - obviously still inflated and thinking I was the trendy wendy of the event. Then I heard it - it came thick and fast. "Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, look left, look right, sarah................ I looked round only to see Sarah Harding with an orange barnet pulling off all sorts of sexy shapes - gutted. I thought the Paps were shouting for me to pull off some shapes - ha ha! How the ego deflated, which was probably good don't really suit that look anyway.

Off I went deflated to my perch on the catwalk, spilt champagne all over me and enjoyed every minute of the catwalk as the photographers were hilarious, they hardly took any photo's and were rude about the models as if they were some sort of models themselves - love people watching.

On the way out we saw Danny Dyer which was extremely nice and even had to have a photo with him bless him! Mobbed by the New look entourage, it was good to see them all again.

Thanks for tuning in.

Stan with a big head! Sorry, not a good look!

S xx