My life just seems to be full of these amazing, surreal experiences of late. Like going to that exclusive underground French club in Rennes. Or getting tics to the Paolo after party. Or being on the guest list for the CD launch of CLINT EASTWOOD´S SON at one of London´s hippest and most exclusive A-list celeb venues, Chinawhite!!!!!!!!! Yes, that´s where I was last night. What else to do on a Monday eve? My goodness, it was incredible.

So this is how it happened. I had a text from Sam during the day, asking if I wanted to join him at a CD launch for a jazz musician in Picadilly. Keen to soak up as much of London as I can in my last 2 weeks, I was in. Sam warned me to dress up, as Chinawhite is pretty posh (with an annual membership fee of 700 quid or something ridiculous like that, and strictly a ´guest list only´policy). We arrived to a double metal door, with a tiny little buzzer on the LHS with Chinawhite written in about 12pt font. Tiny. You´d never even know it was there. We had our names ticked off the guest list (Sam knows someone who knows someone) and decended the stairs into one of the most beautiful and luxurious bars I have ever seen. Ushered in by a doorman who offered us a complimentary vodka cirrius (or something like that) we looked around us and all I can say is WOW!!! Completely decadent. Opium platforms and oriental furniture, velvety scatter cushions and long, low ´love beds´all set against a crimson crepe, deep red canvass, the walls draped with lush, rich hangings...it was mind blowing!

We found a seat. Looked around us. And on every table sat a silver ice bucket with a bottle of very expensive vodka chilling in it. Jugs of orange juice and cranberry juice sat nearby, along with tall glasses full of ice. Not sure if the couple on the cushion opposite had ordered the drinks, we asked - and were told no, they were free for everyone! Far out!!! So we got ourselves a drink and started chatting. The couple were reviewers from London´s biggest jazz magasine. And they were the ones that told us the musician performing tonight, Karl Eastwood, had a pretty famous father. Sam and I just looked at each other. No, it couldn´t be, could it? It was. Non other than Clint's son. Wow!

We were joined on the cushion by another couple, Leo and his girlfriend Anna. I introduced myself and started chatting to Leo. He asked me what my connection was, and what I do in the industry. "Actually I´m a high school Biology teacher" I replied...and I must say I´ve never had such a reaction as this before: "Oh my goodness!" he exclaimed "a normal person! This is amazing, fantastic! I just assumed, when you introduced yourself, that you were just another actress. But no, you´re a normal person doing a normal job!" and with that he gave me a huge hug!!! Phew. He, himself, was an actor, and his girlfriend manages celebrities for a living. Right! So they pointed out all the ultra chic, hip and fasionable socialites and celebs that were there (I had no idea who any of them were), and Leo kept laughing at my overwhelmed reaction to everything. "You know we go to so many of these dos" he said, in his posh accent "it´s simply lovely to see your genuine and fresh appreciation of all of this".

And then the music started. And out came Clint junior. And he was good. Really good. Sam and I were loving it, but had to keep pinching ourselves to believe it was real! There we were, sitting in a plush, oriental wonderland, sipping expensive vodka, eating canapes, listening to jazz performed by Clint Eastwood´s son, surrounded by London´s rich and beautiful people. A far cry from the classroom that´s for sure.