About a month or so ago I was sent a 'save the date' invite on behalf of Geordie Greig, the editor of The Evening Standard. I was very excited to see that Geordie had 'requested the pleasure of my company' and even more excited when I saw what it was for - the celebration of London's One Thousand Most Influential People 2011. I didn't think I would be in the 1000 myself, for obvious reasons (why would I be?), so assumed I was being asked along in the hope that I'd tweet the arse out of it on the night and generally blog about the event etc etc. I WAS GONNA GET TO MEET SLEBS AND POLITICOS AND TING.

I was excited.

But then the pictures desk got in touch to arrange for a photographer to take my photo...and it quickly became clear that I was - somehow - included in this year's list myself. I know.

I have been exceptionally fortunate this year and received a fair bit of recognition for what I've done with WIWT. I can often be fairly miserable (running a start-up is much harder work than my nonsenical tweets imply) and I can, like many business owners, forget to step back every once in a while and actually be satisfied with what I've achieved - even if just for a moment. I have done ok. I am about a billion lightyears away from where I want to be but I have done ok.

People either love or hate lists. Personally, I bloody LOVE them. I want everything to be a list. My brain works in categories and I am constantly boring people with "this is probably the 7th best gin and tonic I've ever tasted...tonight" etc etc. If I've met you, you are in a list. You may be in my top ten people to be stuck in a lift with, top five boys whose hair I want to touch, top twenty mums I want to feed me cake...You are definitely in a list. 

Last night, the listed 'influencers' were all in a room. (Well not all of them, but enough to be constantly worrying that your boob had fallen out in front of Boris Johnson or that Henry Holland would notice the ladder in your tights). It was very surreal to be honest. I was smelling David Gandy for gawd's sake. 

Mr Gandy, for your viewing pleasure

What was more surreal is that a handful of photos of the 1000 were being projected onto a monstrously huge screen above the crowd. And my photo was in the rotation. I was there, sandwiched between BAFTA winning Gary Oldman (or Sirius Black, to my younger readers) and gold medal superstar heptathlete Jessica Ennis. IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. There's David Cameron and Tinie Tempah. And then there's me. There's David Walliams and Lord Coe. And then there's me. 

The list isn't ranked 1-1000, it's split into categories. I wasn't even sure what category I'd be in but it turned out I was in 'digital'....and amongst some bloody awesome friends too. London has a lot to be proud of with the likes of Oli Barrett and Michael Acton Smith also partying hard last night.

And to be featured alongside Spotify's Daniel Ek?! SPOTIFY IS MY FAVOURITE THING SINCE DUSTIN HOFFMAN.

I will be perfectly honest and say that the whole thing thrilled me so much that I spent most of the early hours of this morning on the couch pointing out that "OMG MY PICTURE WAS BIGGER THAN PRINCE HARRY'S" and so on. I am basically still a child though, so it's ok. I have been told I can show off for 24 hours and then be quiet. Hence posting this quickly now before supposedly shutting up about it. Simon Cowell and James Murdoch didn't make the list this year...yet somehow I wormed my way in.

But I have had my red carpet fill for a while now. I can go back to eating Pringles at my desk and perving over shoes. 

I am very, very, very pleased though. Less pleased that I met David Gandy with no make-up on, but still very pleased. Thrilled tbh, I think it's the coolest thing ever. I hope it's like having a Blue Peter badge and I can now go to Madame Tussauds for free.

You can see the full list here.

I'll stop going on about it now...promise xxx