Rocked up to the Mishcon de Reya pre-MIPIM party last night where I did cane it a little (and am suffering rather as a result today; when will I ever learn? Don't answer that). Clever old Susan Freeman ("Oi!" she would say at this point: "Less of the 'old'!") had out-blinged herself, if anything. It was rather a spectacular affair yet again this year, with the extraordinary mix of establishment and slightly more, shall we say, outré characters from the industry, that Susan assembles in a sort of crazy creative mash-up. Well, it all works.
I did my normal stunt of going around being very rude to people to see what would happen. Peter Bill and I had a bit of a giggle about him becoming a pimp for certain Tory politicians (well, it's true: he's meeting Tories at breakfast, lunch and dinner). Mathieu Le Noir and I had a bit of a giggle about all our old workmates at CBRE - as you do. Andrew Pratt and I also had a bit of a giggle about whether he could continue to body-swerve MIPIM next week (my money is on him being there, you see if I'm not right) and what will Andrew do next? Blimey! The gorgeous Pratt has a right range of impressive offers on the table (although hardly surprising really, a bloke of his ability). Met the lovely Mark Collins, the new wunderkind for CBRE residential (he's got his work cut out there, I reckon, but he certainly seemed Up-For-It, although I told him he wouldn't last long at CBRE if he continued to drink elderflower juice). Had a giggle and a cuddle with Adam Gaymer (bless) who is as irrepressible as ever.
Truly wonderful to meet David Izett for the very first time, although knowing John Izett as well as I do, it did feel as if I'd known David all my life. And I could have picked him out from the crowd as being John's brother, they are so alike. (It's always a little double-edged this, my sister Fiona and I are very alike, both to look at and in our mannerisms, and it does spook folk a little, including the two of us!).