Last night saw London's Berkeley Square transformed for summer's hottest ticket, the Glamour Women of the Year Awards 2010 - and it truly was a veritable fest of glamour and gorgeousness, eccentricity and egos of epic proportions.
Arriving to the inevitable anti-pap (emerging from a blacked-out vehicle to a hundred very disappointed photographers - some of whom actually sighed), we skipped in and made the most of the Laurent Perrier on tap - while partaking in the mandatory celeb spotting - Jason Lewis (SATC's Smith), David Gandy, Cheryl Cole (a vision of doll-like perfection) and Florence Welsh (minus her machine) being amongst my personal favourites.
After mingling and canape scoffing we took our seats for the awards and dined on sea bass, scallops and a knickerbockerglory (left untouched by 95% of female guests), before James Corden kicked off proceedings. Highlights included the very hilarious Rob Brydon and Michael McIntyre, with the low light shining determinedly on Patrick Stewart who took on Corden and lost... badly. See the second most read story on the BBC news website for further car crash details.
Two afterparties, three treasure chests, one stuffed goody bag and some new and entirely inappropriate friendships later I headed back to my bed in Brixton, and the reality of the impending working day began to set in... My desk is a less than glamorous place to be right now.
Milling and mingling before the awards
Shameless posing
Host for the evening James Corden and the very hilarious Michael McIntyre
The extraordinary Florence
Piers Morgan and Amanda Holden, radiating smugness and telling bad jokes
Zoe Saldana - less recognisable minus Avatar Blue body paint
National treasure, our Chezza (who thanked her dentist in her acceptance speech)
Supermodel David Gandy kept badgering us for a photo... seemed rude to say no.
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