Bit of a hangover this morning. Last night was our event with Lunns Jewellers in Belfast.

Those Irish wrote the rules on how to party. The theme was circus; the location, the extraordinarily opulent Merchant hotel. The team there transformed the downstairs nightclub into a proper circus.

All of the rooms were tented big top style; there were sideshows and performers including myself, who was persuaded to dust off the tea leaf reading kit once again. Sat in my harem-like tent for over an hour of vodka infused nonsense, I once again saw everything from sausages to snails in people’s leaves. One thing I noticed is that superstitious people like the Irish and the Russians take anything you tell them about their futures very seriously. I had two pregnant women to read and boy do you have to be careful about what you see in the leaves of a pregnant Irish woman!

Paloma Faith was great as our DJ; opening up with Soft Cell’s Tainted Love (my neighbours in St Margaret’s favourite track… I’ve received many letters complaining about  the volume of which it’s played!) She is also a top sort. And unlike James Nesbitt, I am happy that I only had to catch a plane back to London this morning while he had to leave at 7.30am to go play golf with Sir Alex Ferguson, bloody fool. 

Anyway, big thanks to my team; Caroline, Amelie, Eliza and Kate for putting our contribution together.

Got to go do some work now.

SW