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I'm still lying in bed following the week of madness that is Fashion Week. I tried to stand up before but my legs literally can't support me after running around in 3" heels for 15 hours a day.
After five days of subsisting on chocolate, Deutz and the occasional canape, I feel disgusting.
I'm sure it was just over a week ago that I swore to go on a detox but this time I really mean it.
I won't bore you with the details of Fashion Week - let's be honest, I barely remember myself - but I just had regale you all with this story because it was, quite simply brilliant.
We were at the Huffer show last night, enjoying some post show drinks, when I felt a splash on my shoulder.
I turned around to see none other than Bridget Saunders and Aja Rock being dragged apart by friends, with Rock shouting something inaudible.
I won't go into details, but you can read all about it here.
Apparently it all began after Saunders called Rock fat.
It's not often you see a proper catfight in Auckland - at least not in the circles I keep - so a brawl between two such recognisable personalities was gold.
Indeed, it's all anyone talked about for the rest of the night.
If I had more energy or brainpower I would now attempt to tie this story into a general theme of alcohol, violence and restraint... But I don't.
So all I will say is have a good weekend, try not to assault anyone and I promise to be back on form - or as close to - by Monday.
