It may have been hotter than a hot thing in a hot place, but it was Simon's birthday so we had to celebrate. And celebrate we did. Big time. And I think they put something funny in the water.

Why? Because I had the world's most bizarre conversations at the end of the night... On admiring Sharif's new shelves (full of CDs and videos) I commented on their loveliness but asked what he was going to put on them?! And then for no reason at all, from my bed, I enquired if he had a new garlic press!? It's a worry.

Anyway, I'm still alive, so I'll have to assume it was all the fault of a great night out. Happy Birthday, Simon.