On Saturday - see here for a bit more about what happened on Saturday - Grant and I put a dirty plan into action. To divide and conquer British daytime telly's golden couple, the Holmeses. That's right, Eamonn and Ruth, we were gunning for you.
As Grant and I scowered the ball hall for famous folk we spotted Eamonn with his arms around a small giddy group of women: "Don't worry ladies, there's enough of me to go around." Bless.
This gave us the bright idea that if they were excited then so too should we be.
Grant: "Shall we get our picture with Eamonn Holmes?"
Katy: "OBVIOUSLY."
Grant: "Oh look! There's Ruth"
Katy: "She's really pretty! We should get a picture with her too!"
Grant: "Yeah, let's get her when she gets back from the bathroom."
And so began a flawless plan of divide and conquer. Grant would have a picture with Ruth and she would love him forever. And she really loved him, she lifted her leg up and everything.
This is Grant with Ruth Langford.
This is me with Eamonn Holmes.
As a dedicated-to-the-cause lesbian I can't help but feel like I drew the short straw.
In other news of the evening. Everyone within a 3 table radius knew I was poor. There was a live auction and a live auction booklet. The only thing in the booklet that I really, truly wanted was to fly with The Blades. The Blades are professional stunt pilots, all ex-red arrowers! Of course I wanted to. So when one of them took to the stage and asked 'who wants to fly with The Blades' - I stood up. Of course I stood up. It's difficult though isn't it? Because he didn't mean 'who wants to fly with the Blades', what he meant was, 'who wants to pay twelve-hundred quid to fly with The Blades'. So, you see, there's a difference...
I sat down as subtly as possible trying to avoid eye contact with the guy at table 8 who'd just paid twelve grand to go and watch the golf.
All in good fun, and all for a good cause. Find out more about the James Whale Fund here.