The Splendour Of Paranoia.

Yesterday I went to Claridges with my best friend Juliet for her 18th birthday. It was AH-MAZING. Words can not describe how lovely it was. We went up on the train and then got a cab over through central london passing by all the lovely Christmas lights in the dark and cold (essential part of the atmosphere) and when we arrived there was a quick stop in the plush bathrooms and the on to Champagne Tea. Where we sat for over 3 hours being waited on hand and food, being brought delightful and beautiful varieties of tea, champagne, sandwiches, scones and christmas cakes and chocolate goodies. Everyone there was so chic and Juliet and I had such a good time chatting with her mum and generally chilling out, and eating till we almost popped. Not to mention listening to the chorister boys sing carols through out which was such a lovely touch! Then back on the train and straight into bed and we both almost immediately passed out. GOOD DAY. -something I could certainly get used too.