Sam Shaw is a reporter on Money Marketing
It really is getting into the silly season when three days of the week have passed and Champagne has been involved in two of them. Good job I don’t mind the occasional glass.
It never fails to impress me just how lucky we are in the job that we do. Having spent the morning interviewing the jovial Pat Gale for MMTV, I scurry through the rest of the day to make a very late entrance at the successor to 2006’s Party of the Year, hosted by none other than Resolution and the comic genius that is Jonathan Polin. Although I miss the fireworks, it is a night to remember, yet again.
More Champagne – Ian McKenna’s fave (must remember to ask Daniel Harrison which brand it was) was consumed at the launch of True Potential, held at Soho’s very well hidden haunt The Century Club. It is a great turnout and might have been even better attended if more people had been able to find the place, possessing that oh so cool but not very obvious signage. Sadly, I have to leave early so a repeat performance of our Christmas outing to the Ship… then the Loop … then Sketch…is avoided.
Parties attended: Two really good ones. Delegations upward (Thanks, John): One.
Annie Shaw is a freelance financial journalist
Most of this week is spent on a strictly business trip to Barbados but the Shaws can find fun in the harshest of circumstances. After a day sailing along the west – that is, Caribbean – coast of the island, I manage to fit in a cocktail or two at the island’s hottest new dining club and bar, Wispers in Carlisle Bay, not far from the birthplace of chart-topping chanteuse Rihanna.
I hook up with David Liney from the Samphire Marketing design business in London and make suitably sympathetic noises as he explains how the zeal of financial compliance departments can put the kibosh on his artistic creations. He lets drop that he was responsible for some of Aberdeen Asset Management’s split-cap brochures.
We move on up the road to chic eaterie Lone Star to meet up with Simon Lees. Simon has swapped Sipps at his old stamping ground, wealth manager Galleon Independent, for sips of rum punch and a Caribbean property venture under the name of Pimento which is developing, among other things, an old plantation house at Maynard’s Point, just opposite the Port St Charles marina. Simon tells me the name of the financial vehicle being used for the deals, St Vincent Capital, was thought up long before the Caribbean excursions were a twinkle in anyone’s eye. By complete coincidence, it was named by a partner with an interest in British naval victories rather than after Barbados’s nearest island neighbour. Rum punches: lots. Hours in aircraft: 16. Hours asleep in aircraft: Nil. Insect bites: 34 (ugh).
Esther Shaw is deputy personal finance editor at the Independent on Sunday
After a busy weekend of editing duties, I was very pleased to get an invite to see George Michael in his first rip-roaring performance at the new Wembley Stadium, courtesy of Powergen. Despite being sentenced to 100 hours of community service the previous day for driving while “unfit”, dear George was in fine fettle and had me, Powergen’s Cara Ponton and Cara Ponton’s mum, dancing in the aisles to one or two Wham! classics. Or at least I “danced” as much as is humanly possible while on crutches. Which rather more involves waving your sticks in the air. Which I am told is dangerous.
On to Monday night and it was time to don the glad rags (and, er, trainers) and to hobble down the green carpet next to Justin T and Cameron D at the premiere of Shrek The Third in Leicester Square with the likely lads from Uswitch – Geoff Slaughter, Chris Frost and Aron Thompson. Sad to say I didn’t even get a sympathy kiss from the trousersnake. Or from Shrek for that matter. I must be losing my touch.
While supping a medicinal glass of wine at the after-premiere drinks at Ruby Blue, talk turned to Christmas parties, at which, it transpires, those price comparison-loving souls had a bit of a “I’m a celebrity get me out of here” bushtucker trial. I now know who swallowed the scorpions in vodka although I’ve still to ascertain exactly who consumed the pigs heart.
Number of pink leotards worn by the Mirror’s larger than life James Coney on his stag do. One. Ask Justin Harper for the photos. Number of centimetres bigger my right ankle is than my left ankle as a result of the swelling from my calf muscle injury: Two. It is not pretty.