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We spent most of the day at Mahiki yesterday on a shoot. Sound familiar? Mahiki is the club where the Princes go - William and Harry and their friends. On a few occasions, the two have even been photographed leaving there looking flushed and rather inebriated.

So now perhaps you have a vision in your mind of what it"s like: up to royal standard, swank, chic...

Hella no.

Mahiki is hilarious. Mahiki is tiki. Mahiki is wicker furniture and tacky ass tropical decor and the most ridiculous drinks presented in large ceramics shaped like volcanos and jungle masks with flames coming out the top licking the liquid off the side. 

Hilarious. And even more hilarious the clientele - private school boys all of them. With their pinstiped shirts tucked into low rise jeans and flopsy "Hugh Grant" hairstyles drunk of their own sense of entitlement surrounded by young girls trying to land their very own Eton boy. 

Love it.

Sadly however...Hot Harry didn"t ride up on his horse. Maybe tonight.

It"s Tuesday - a thousand apologies.  We have a shoot booked in Paris, have to hop on Eurostar at 8am local time, working all day with eTalk, then returning to London in the evening.  Will not be able to post.

But just for today. Wednesday will be online all day, blogging all day. At least until the afternoon. First day of Harvey Nic"s sale... you understand.

Besides, that piece of scuzz virus gets out today. I"m thinking it"s the only thing you"ll hear about.

Sorry again. Will be back Wednesday with long, long column. Thank you for your understanding. Please please please forgive.

Yours in gossip,

Lainey

 

 

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