Yesterday was a day at the Races with some good bitches.
Along with pouring empty wine bottles, grammin' selfies, banter on the male creatures and moments by which only channel can make braces look utterly cool, one topic has stuck.
That topic is that by 2015 something utterly fabulous will have happened. What that thing is exactly, we are not so certain. But it is the date before anticipated travel between one of said good bitches and I. She will do something out of the blue and I will do something out of the red.