Grid lock

It was Fiona's birthday today and we sat around an open fire in an upstairs room above a beautiful pub on New Oxford Street.

We got stuck in appalling traffic on our way there; a proper gridlock which went from Holborn to Centre Point. There had been some kind of accident which meant all the one way streets around the British Museum became glorified car parks, with no one able to turn around and get the hell out of there!

The evening was wonderful, however, and was peopled by all sorts of people from Fiona's life. A number of the old guard were there - Ted Thornhill, Jim Fortune and Vic Benjamin - alongside a parade of people from Fiona's glamorous world of rock music. Ed and Gita, Vicky cello, and some of the members of Placebo and their mates. A good crowd, and a fun evening all round, although almost everyone there seemed to be called either Ed or Vic!

It was so nice to see James Fortune, who's had the most horrific issues with his voice over the last few years to the extent that he's now stopped performing and is writing music instead. He showed us pictures of his son, who's growing up fast. Is it me or does life seem to be rattling by at a rather alarming rate?

I'm having a lot of very vivid and slightly portentous dreams at the moment. I don't know what that's all about.