The Sun'll Come Out To Moro

I'm not trying to name drop, yet somehow just by saying that, it's exactly what I'm doing. It's a no win situation. Except it is. Last night my gorgeous friend Kate and I managed to get bar seats at this snazzy London restaurant. I've been trying to get a seat there for a long time, maybe it was my glamorous companion that finally tipped fate in my favor.

It was then that I thought, 'hang on' the reason they must get booked out is because people must always book early. Ingenious. So I asked the surly waiter (obligatory I think in a restaurant like this) if I could book for December. Bingo. I pretty much had the run of the restaurant to choose from. I tell you what there's going to be some pretty envious patrons pushing their nose against the window come December I can tell you.