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Long day at work ends with a bottle of champagne in the edit suite because we've finished another massive project.
Susie, my co-conspirator, has a party to go to which I am invited to but instead I go home.
Getting off the tube I still have The Taste so I go into the Costcutters to buy a Stella which I sip while walking home.
I get in, sit down on my bed and think "I'll just lie my head down here for a moment and rest my eyes." I wake up at 4am.
I go to the gym. I go to the fancy dress party dressed as a personal trainer. The theme is 'p'. Thanks for your suggestions.
I end up talking to a woman who I think is interested in me.
She's a widower, she's absolutely fabulous and I lust after her clutch bag which has a small skull mounted on it, encrusted with black crystals.
Her late husband was a businessman in France and he was also a billionaire. We sit laughing and drinking Chateau Margaux.
I promise to take her to Fire, she promises that next time I go to Paris I can use their apartments. Deal.
Now quite drunk, I call it quits and decide to get the Tube home. I stagger on at Tottenham Court Road.
I sit on the Tube thinking how fun it would be to be a billionaire. Whatever.
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