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You'll have to excuse me today - I'm still thoroughly hungover from the Brit Awards last night. For reasons too complicated to explain, I ended up with the Franz Ferdinand boys and, well, you can imagine, we all had lots to celebrate. The priceless end to the evening saw me shacked up with an FF groupie who evidently didn't mind settling for third best - the Kaiser Chief boys weren't interested either - in a glorious hotel suite that I hadn't paid for.

I don't think she'd eaten much for dinner because she was ravenous. It gave me a great opportunity to try out my first batch of the new KY 'intimate warming jelly'. Basically, you get down to the horizontal tango and sparks literally fly.

Talk around the oh-so politically aware dinner table was about Alistair Campbell and his increasingly dubious relationship with 'Trev' and TBWA. But, for my money, the best gossip of the week must surely be about the progressively abusive relationship between Steve Harrison and Rory Sutherland. Having worked together for so many years, the gloves are now off, with long-copy (of course!) letters pinging back and forth in the press.

Actually, word reaches me that the gloves may actually be back on, with a winner-takes-all white collar boxing bout between the two at York Hall on Friday April 1 - all for NABS, of course. Tickets are already passing through hands for a monkey or more.

Talking of monkeys, WWAV has finally made a smart move and promoted the excellent Ian Haworth to chairman. Complete with his Maori tattoos, Haworth, some say, is the only man who can inject the creative fighting spirit into an otherwise 'DM-by-numbers' shop.

Finally... another night, another party. I'm out tonight for the launch of Ben Stephens' new agency - likely to be as diametrically opposed to WWAV as you can get. With all those other agencies going down the pan, or merging 'cos they can't cope, thank god class is still setting up.

jack.woolfe@killershark.co.uk