I’m writing this on a train back to London from Manchester after a crazy but much needed weekend. A few weeks ago my old friend Charlotte involved me up for a party, and never having been able to say no to C, I went. Dom put me on a train on Friday, and from then the weekend has flown by, I must say, charlottes timing couldn’t have been better: I needed a big bash to take my mind off things – I think we all did. It was a hell of a party last night, but before then we had spent a great day in a local market, where I had chance to buy some souvenirs. Then it was time to get dressed up and get the party started.

What more can I say? Nobody throws a party like Charlie, and it was awesome meet a few of her Manchester friends. The music was awesome, the food delicious, and you should have even some of the outfits people were wearing. I went to bed at half midnight, and was surprised to find it still going, more or less, when I got up eight hours later. i honestly think it was one of the best parties I will ever go to, a sentiment echoed by most people there, and as my train winds its way back to London, I really hope it’s not too long before I make this journey again.