Photo by Fred Butler. 'Scottee backstage at the Brits'

No Time for hangovers! Scottee performs at the Brit Awards

In the words of wize Liza "you gotta ring them bells" - the quote has no relevance to my fun packed week but my itunes party shuffle has decided its what i should listen to while i tell you all about my exploits.

Wednesday mornings aren't my best, I usually wake wanting it to be Thursday - Thursday is such a great day, its almost the weekend but its still a school night. As i stuff my face with toast and coffee the phone goes - this is the que that my work day has started. Its Dont Panic - they have set up an interview with Santo Gold and wondered if i can get to Shepards Bush in 40mins. Santo Gold is the states best export since 'Dirty Dancing'and I'm a huge "Time of your life" fan - but a bigger Santo Gold fan - think M.I.A with a hot accent, a stronger politic and a mutual love for Oprah.

I stumble into an Addison Lee, paint my face to hide last nights adventures and maniacally script some questions. Before i know it I've arrive to the K West hotel - its full of Zelebrities - They are all staying here because the Brits is on tonight.

I'm shuffled from PR to PR and arrive in a grim meeting room with magnolia walls. Not the best place for a video interview with Americas leading colour/color queen but never the less we pull it off and we have a great chat about wearing clothes inside out & being on the cover of magazines.

After the worst journey in the world on public transport I arrive at Queensway to meet my wonderful assistant Steve who briefs me on the meeting we're about to have with some scary people from 'the television' - I can't tell you any more on this matter or I'll be hung and my head be put up on a stake.

Then it's another dash on the tube - this time home to get ready for the Brits! How exciting the Brits have ask me, The-O & Chycca to 'perform' at the official after party. After four different gates, two security checks and a tour of Earls Court we are shown to our dressing room.

Our rider, which was a bit of a joke has been provided - 16 packets of walkers "cheddar crisps", 6 bags of maltesers, 6 cartons of OJ, 4 bottles of lemonade, 5 bottles of vodka, 1 bottle of organic vodka, 1 bottle of barcardi and a mirror with lights has all been taken care off.

After sneaking a peek at Amy Winehouse's performance its almost time for us to get ready and get the look on. I opt for an Augustus Glup look, The-O a Julian Clairy on speed and Chycca - well - cellophane. We are then guided to our stage with a heavy security presence and decide that performing to showtunes it the way forward. From this point it becomes a bit blury, but the cab journey home was delightful and the morning after wasn't.

No time for hangovers - it's Thursday - at last! My muscles are so sore - I'm gonna kill The-O for jumping on my back so hard! I spot the sewing machine out of the corner of my eye and think - I should really make something this week! I like to make at least one garment a week - that way I've achieved more than a hangover!

Then its off into another Addison Lee to Goldsmiths. Tonight they are fundraising for the fashion graduate show and have asked me to dj.

I love playing Goldsmiths - everyone is really appreciative that you've come, made the effort to dress up and not got murdered in New Cross.

Little do they know about my faithful Addison Lee! I play the best set of my life and finish with Miss Dynamite. I love her. I pop out for a fag, down the pint and its time to go home, then I realize the weekend hasn't even begun - its got 3 more days of this stuff to go. Great.