Sam Shaw is a reporter on Money Marketing
I was recently invited to share the green (?) carpet with the likes of Julia Stiles, Paul Greengrass and, yep, you guessed it, Matt Damon (insert Team America gag here, if you like), at the Leicester Square premiere of The Bourne Ultimatum. My colleague Nicola and I were wondering why we looked slightly less glam than those around us, having been told in advance that the dress code was ‘smart casual’. It was only when we had got home and looked more carefully at the invite that we realised it was in fact “cocktail dress” (thanks, Steve). Note to self – never ask a male PR what the dress code is.
Last Thursday, I was invited to a stunning lunch at Scott’s in Mayfair courtesy of the ever-inspiring Justin Urquhart Stewart from Seven IM, where we put the world to rights over delicious Cornwall sole and a rather divine glass of Rose.
I kept him out almost past his cue time, as Justin was preparing for a TV interview for Radio Basra. “Well, even they have Isas and things I presume,” he joked as I raised a quizzical eyebrow.
A-listers spotted: Numerous. Glasses of fizz “just to be going on with”: One – of superb quality.
Annie Shaw is a freelance financial journalist
This week took me to the frozen North twice in a few days. The first trip was to Halifax on as dull a day as you could expect for visiting an old mill town. My mission was a visit to the nerve centre of HBOS’s plans for world domination. Well, not really – just some proposals for some corporate work for the bank. I had promised the previous day to call in on my pals in the Halifax press office but so baffling was the gargantuan building, which inconveniently does not indicate on the ground floor guide the correct location of various departments, that I was forced to give up and spend the time waiting for the train back home watching the pigeons on Halifax station.
My second trip north was a whole lot more exciting. Having missed out on the annual Aegon shindig to Edinburgh, I took myself off for some private R&R in the Scottish capital. How lucky to have to hand a vacated student flat just opposite the Gilded Balloon Teviot, where I saw Tony Blair – The Musical.
Ironically, my first official mission on arrival was once more on behalf of HBOS, when I called in on their super museum on The Mound (part of the research for the corporate work, you see). Then it was on to the Warhol exhibition – also sponsored by Bank of Scotland. Sadly, I will not be around for the Bank of Scotland fireworks at the end of the Festival. See what I mean about world domination.
Hours on the train to Halifax and back: About 10, when you add up all the bits. Miles walked in Edinburgh: It felt like hundreds.
Esther Shaw is deputy personal finance editor at the Independent on Sunday
Editing duties beckoned once again for me this week while my soon-to-be-wed colleague James Daley showed his soon-to-be-wife the sights of Edinburgh (both having fully recovered from the Aegon extravaganza.
After a long week of students and stockmarkets, I was glad to be able to kick back at the Camden Underground, where I moshed along to the numbernines, featuring Lansons rock-God Rich Winder in the company of select leather jacket-clad groupies which included The Times’ Mark Atherton and F&C’s Sarah Deutscher.
On to Saturday and it was time to mosh in front of a slightly bigger stage (albeit smaller headlining acts) at the V Festival in Chelmsford.
Despite the rain, I insisted on wearing flip flops and after trekking into the festival accompanied by the uplifting tones of the Proclaimers’ 500 Miles, I elegantly slid my way into the V Mobile VIP area – managing to down an organic cider or two along the way.
We sank into the inflatable seats in the VIP louder lounge and made the most of the (ahem) free bar and barbeque while rubbing shoulders with some slebs (many of the D-list variety) including Kelly Osbourne, Gail Porter, Kate Garraway and Nikki from Big Brother.
A little later in the day – and a few cocktails down, I might add – I also found myself queuing for the men’s toilets behind the rather tasty Welsh T4 frontman Steve Jones. As you do.
Number of points James Daley’s “hot or not” rating has dropped by on Facebook since he last looked. One.