The Concierge At The Grosvenor Took Me Out The Back...

This weekend was Vision Charity's premier evening in the calendar, an evening which aims to raise money to transform the lives of visually impaired children - The Vision Charity Ball. It is also an opportunity for the media industry professionals to gather together, get sloshed, out bid and generally have a thoroughly enjoyable evening without thinking about bandwidth, tapeless capabilities and the introduction of Red by thinking of the unfortunate darlings who's lives will be made that much better from being exposed to a Sensory Room. Fantastically we were able to raise enough for at least two of the aforementioned rooms from the evening's silent auction, lucky dip and the main auction where prizes varied from a Matisse to a Smart Car.

The menu boasted a delicious parcel of camembert and cranberries, a pesto crusted rack of lamb and the most alcoholic trifle I've ever binged on... imagine some quality Elmlea whipped and sparingly perched on top of a pint of brandy. Needless to say there wasn't a desert spoon which wasn't licked clean and barely an inch left on the dance floor once the intoxicated pudding had taken it's affect!

But the tipsy state of most didn't take the shine off the glamour. It was a fantastic way to kick off December; everyone looked lovely although before next year I must learn how to do up a bow tie, or get a clip on - I don't want to make a habit of disappearing out the back with Paulo, the Concierge at The Grosvenor.