London Moments I will cherish forever...

Being the crazy bag lady on the tube on my way to photoshoots and then getting lost in an empty station with 97 steps to the top, almost fainted - luckily I found another straggler who knew about the lift up.

Having an 80 year old cabbie who could barely see, driving like a madman through London, who got so excited about telling me about his cruises with his wife that he then proceeded to get lost. I ended up having to pull out my map and tell him how to get to Kensington Square.

Meeting up with Jo M for the first time in maybe 6 years and talking up a STORM! So much so that we closed out/got kicked out of a dimsum place AND a waffle house. Talent!

Jashan Exquisite Indian Cuisine (yes that's the name of the place): 19 Turnpike Lane, London N8 OEP

Getting stuck in a toilet stall, with no reception on my mobile, in a Whitechapel bar for 15 minutes only to have a homeless woman grunt in my face when she grudgingly let me out.

Seeing a guy driving down Oxford Circus on a sofa.

Not being able to get back to Gemma's house because someone had thrown themselves in front of the tube. And then being told it happens about once a week. Apparently, tube drivers get paid a shit ton due to the fact that it is pretty much certain that they will kill someone at some point.

Being the only person on a Tuesday night on the tube at 10:30pm who wasn't red faced / wobbling / clutching their head between their knees / using the walls as support / moaning drunk.

Mother Mash, 26 Ganton Street (near Carnaby Street). 4 choices of mash, 4 choices of sausages or pies, 3 choices of gravy... What more can you ask for the day after a hen party?

Naked, completely naked singing and dancing in Caberet, appropriate for children over 12 of course. Yes, lots of jiggly bits.

Using the Church of Scientology for their toilet, then telling them that they are horribly boring.

Chloe + Adam's first dance.

Seeing my friends and their significant others, all being goofy, dancing and laughing together, and realizing that this is what life should always be...

Getting lost in my rental car in Newbury at 4am, in torrential downpour, and then following the mail man to the M4 who turned a corner and crashed into a tree that had fallen across the road.

Getting to the airport and being told that I was booked on 3 different flights, none of which was the one I was supposed to be on.

Taking 2 hours repacking my 3 carry ons into one bag, my jacket pockets, my jeans pockets, down my pants, in my shirt. Finally got through, only to have to do it again. I had 2 books, my glasses and cigs in my jeans pockets. Medicine, wallet, passport, camera, misc. toiletries in my jacket pockets. 4 packs of polaroids and 2 bags of film down my pants. Laptop case under my shirt. I hope everyone at the airport had a good laugh. I did. Oh, the only person who offered to help was an 8 year old girl who agreed that it was absurd that we weren't told about the 1 bag policy ahead of time, and then helped me jump on my case to close it.

Sat down to have a smoke and repack everything into my 3 bags. 10 minutes before I was supposed to board, I headed off to find the gate, only to realize that the monitor said my gate was closing. Ran to the gate, boarding hadn't started yet. The bastards.