Does that look like...

Soho and the female form have always gone hand in hand. From the ladies of the night to the Revue circa 1970 and this week, those shiny awards that look like a discreet part of the female anatomy. I apologise, they don’t. It’s me being perverted. They look like a conch. And that's because we are less than 24 hours away from.... The Conch Awards 2008.
Sadie’s currently fretting about tickets and the possibility of over booking the cinema - how could we spin sitting on laps…? A cosy networking possibility, speed lapping?! My telephone number is somehow the first point of contact for dwarves, cybervixens, golden statues and a boy band calling themselves 'The Singing Plague Victims'. Last night in the pre Conch mayhem Jo was in her living room cutting and pasting having resorted to taking Operation Cue Cards home in an effort to get intoxicated after we took all solvents away apart from her Prit Stick and Sue, well, what exactly has Sue been doing... "doing The Conch - you just wouldn't understand!"

The Bubbles have the wonderous task of crossing all T's and dotting all I's. And we hope all those attending have a suitably wonderful time! Even without the Singing Plague Victims.