21 Things to do before you get a bit tired, and have to leave the Observer office and go back to bed.

Oh God, I don't know. It's just a good headline. You know, like a joke. Because of the post below. What do you want from me? WORDS? Haven't I taught you better than to expect actual, you know, readable, entertaining, coherent writing? OK. Ummmm… Write stuff? Paint nails? Blog? Give someone cut eye in the loos? Be so fantastically gratuitously ridiculously shallow that no one knows whether or not you're serious, and then carry on and on and on until eventually, you don't know either? Drink hard liquor in the fashion cupboard and scam cash off the boss? Get caffeined off your Manolos? Seriously. I'm in too deep here. And I have to be at The Groucho for vodkatinis at eight. Work it out yourselves. Kisses.