Whoever said January would be quiet was playing a cruel joke. The month is far from over and I am feeling distinctly “Tiggered”.
It is fitting, then, that the week should start with one of my favourite clients, the wonderfully feline Ali Cooley at Charcol.
We discuss the results of their latest personal loan research and catch up on new year gossip. Then it is a short bus ride into the City for some quality time with my old friend and colleague Steve McDowell.
As he has recently gone freelance, we are about to become a force to be reckoned with on the media training circuit. We meet to finetune plans and discuss our first big client. Among other things, we discuss rumours that our former boss Tomas Carruthers has bought back the iii/Amplecom website from AMP – huge potential to be had and great news if it is true.
Taxi to Mayfair's Fox Club for drinks with former Virgin PR supremo Martin Campbell. We have business to discuss as our freelance practices do not overlap and so we are often able to recommend each other to clients who need our respective skills. Martin is to PR what Jonny Wilkinson's left foot is to rugby and thus is constantly in demand.
To Jermyn Street for dinner. Having recently ended a 14-year run as a vegetarian, I am making up for lost time with red meat. Grrr. Rowley's world-famous entrecote steak is a must -sans sauce for puritans.
The future of British politics, in the shape of columnist and Parliamentary candidate Ed Vaizey, meets us for dinner. I love being surrounded by over-achievers.
Ed has just taken on one of the most exciting jobs in Westminster as Michael Howard's speech writer and listens graciously as Martin and I put the world to rights.
Back to reality on Tuesday with deadlines for AOL and Freeserve and some project planning with wise owls Jane and Roger at Headlinemoney.
Out to Akbar in Soho with girlfriends for the evening. In anticipation of Chinese New Year, we dine at Aaura in Chinatown where the food is good but the staff are rude. We get chatting to two men in a local bar. One is openly gay and the other is trying not to be. “I've slept with four men,” he volunteers “and I'm not convinced.” The girls exchange wry smiles.
All the makings of a nasty hangover the next day. Even my hair hurts. The only known antidote comes in a box marked “Deep pan, stuffed crust”. Eat your heart out, Doctor Atkins.
With renewed energy, I pitch a feature idea to the Telegraph's Ian Cowie for next month and get stuck into my deadline. This time a credit card feature for Ample.com – a great illustration of why us meedya types never burn bridges.
It would be easy to “sack” that evening's eng-agement and have an early night but HSBC's “Never Mind the January Blues” comedy night in Covent Garden is a good excuse for hair of the dog.
The Daily Mirror's Anna Day persuades me to swap places with her, putting me at the front of the room and straight into the firing line of Phill Jupitus.
Luckily for me, he is on not on form and even apologises at the end of the set for his performance, leading to fevered speculation about his fee. The sort of figures being bandied about are mouth-watering. I think for a minute about whether I am in the wrong job. Not a chance.
Sarah Modlock is a freelance journalist
”I don't wear skirts, well only during fiesta.” – Supply Media's Paul Burgin on his wardrobe choice.
There clearly ain't no mountain high enough for Positive Solutions adviser Douglas Fulton, who made the summit of Kilimanjaro on December 16.
The Diary would describe travelling to Africa and climbing a staggering 5,895 metres as taking fairly drastic measures just to escape the pre-Christmas rounds of drinks parties but is impressed at Fulton's dedication to his cause.
He did the climb to raise money for cancer recovery charity Maggie's Centres and Positive Solutions is matching the amount he raises. Money can be donated online at www.justgiving.com/maggies. Good on ya, Douglas.