He's once, twice, three times a cheater....

This weekend was spent comforting one of my oldest friends who found out last week her boyfriend of five years has multiple mistresses - Tiger Woods style.

After a tearful phone call from her on Wednesday I booked the train home to Birmingham on Friday where I met Vicky... She has been living in Leeds with said boyfriend but is now back in Birmingham with family for the foreseeable future.

Not one mistress, not two but three. And those are just the current women, how many more must there have been during the five years they were together? And how did she find out about said women? She became suspicious from a message left on facebook, then hacked in to his email account to find the unfortunate truth. Better to know the sad truth than to live a happy lie I told her, but it offers little comfort at this stage.

How was her cheating spouse accumulating all the ladies? Is he some Brad Pitt stud I hear you wonder. Far from it. In fact I wish I could upload a photo of the oaf here just so you could all see how far he is from that description. But unlike him I am not so cruel. No he did not have women flocking to him left right and centre, he attained them via the method of Internet chat rooms and dating sites, of which there were many listed on his email account for my lovely friend to break her heart trawling through.

One such site was not even a dating site but some sort of sex meet up website apparently. Such a shame that men like him, and Tiger Woods for that matter throw away what they have. They clearly still want to be with their partners otherwise they would leave them and not have to sneak around with other women. But they seem to have a self destruct button which detonates everything good around them.

Letting her hair down on Saturday night seemed the way forward for Vicky so we set off to our favourite nightclub in Birmingham, Flares. Vicky and I have been dancing to the same 80s songs on the same dance floor in Flares since we were seventeen...before she met said scumbag and life was far more simple. Our biggest concern at the end of the night was where to get some food from on the way home.

It was a night of highs and lows, alcohol bringing out a range of emotions from this car crash of a relationship. Luckily at the end of the night G drove to pick us up, redeeming our view of men to some degree and offering the male perspective that yes he was an idiot and yes she could do better. And even though I've been her friend for 15 years I think it meant more coming from G, who she has only met a handful of times.

I'll keep you updated with Vicky's progression. After she has had a chance to grieve this relationship I plan to find her a far more deserving and worthwhile man.. I already have a few lined up in my mind...

Merry Christmas

It's that time of year again, when everyone heads back to their roots to be with family, battling the snow covered roads and delayed public transport.

Like so many others I packed up my bags and laden with presents set off back to Birmingham, my home town, to spend Christmas with my family and boyfriend.

This year, in the midst of a recession, I wondered whether Christmas would be a parred down affair. I've read in the news that companies won't have Christmas parties for staff this year, that people are attempting to make their own presents not buy them. Home made or not, drunken Christmas party or not, it appears to me that people are celebrating the season as enthusiastically as ever this year. On my journey back home I was pleased to see most people had gone to town with Christmas lights. In addition to this, the shops do not seem to have suffered this year with Christmas shopping. Which bodes well for my presents - I can't imagine what I would receive should my brother take it upon himself to start hand making gifts.

What are your plans this Christmas? Whatever they are I hope you enjoy your time with family and friends. Eat, drink and be merry. And remember, Santa comes tonight so however merry you get make sure you behave!

Happy Christmas everyone x

Entry to Embassy

Another night another nightclub...

And this time it was the turn of Embassy nightclub in Mayfair to wow me for the evening, with their fabulous Christmas decor accessorised by famous faces at every turn.

How did I, a lesser known mortal gain entry? It's all about who you know, and luckily two of my well connected friends from school were down in London for the night and got the three on the list....

We had a fabulous night, albeit fairly sober due to the drinks prices.

Christmas is the time for festive drinks but I don't want January to be the time for a festive overdraft so I resolved to limit myself to only one or two glasses.

Mingling with the rich and famous it is easy to forget you don't have their kind of resources... anyway, who said a girl can't have a good time sober?

It was lovely being with old friends for the night surrounded by the glamour of a lifestyle not quite in reach.

The best bit of the night though might have been returning to the lovely hotel in Mayfair where they were booked in for the night, collapsing in to the huge super king size bed with them and ordering room service. By 2am we were eating smoked salmon sandwiches in bed and watching sky news as we dozed off...

Such hardcore party animals!