last night saw some serious pink carpet posing when the lovelife crew found themselves just a designer dress away from the (H)ell(e) style awards at the Truman Brewery on London's trendy Brick Lane.
rolls royces (?) lined the cobbled street, pulled up alongside minicab drivers and stolen bicyclists.
here we are, forever tiptoeing around the action, eavsdropping on 'music sounds better with you', shivering in the damp chill of london's once cutting edge, now blunt east end. on the outside looking in but for how long?