After a half day at work watching stock prices rise (and working of course), I had a last minute surge of inspiration for clothes to wear at the party, so I had a very quick shop and ended up with a pair of new jeans and a very white long-sleeved top.

I met up with Stephen at the recording of the last episode of Absolute Power which was good fun. I've not heard any of the other series so it was a new thing to enjoy. After they'd finished, I got hauled off into the green room (past the jaw-dropped face of the woman in the queue who had been proclaiming "my boyfriend works at the BBC and Stephen and us...") to drink and be merry with the cast before a car came to take us to the In and Out club.

It turns out I knew where this place was all along as I've driven past it on numerous occasions on my way into town. It's the old Army and Navy club and really nice inside. When we arrived, we were greeted by a French person who Stephen told I'd been living in France for the last four months. She then rattled off in French and I replied with the right answer. I was quite happy with that given I was pissed and it was all guesswork.

Some people hadn't bothered with the Black and White theme so I felt quite triumphant in my liquorice allsort costume. Some people had taken the theme to different levels (I was kicking myself) by wearing outfits suited to black and white films. Very good.

I got chatted up by lots of girlies. It was somewhat surprising the attention I got from the fairer sex, and I was quite surprised they hadn't noticed who I was with. Oh well. Stephen introduced me to someone as the person who create the Wilde site - with great acclaim. Turns out it was the first British film to have a website with its URL as the last frame. Coo. Richard E. Grant was insistent he'd met me before (I could hardly argue) and I got a smile from Hugh. Two Grants in one evening: Carrie will be jealous! I got introduced to lots of other people and regailed them with the Mutant Moutons story which kept people giggling.

Stephen left quite early as he was off elsewhere in the morning, so I stayed on and hammered myself on the wonderfully free alcohol and suckling pig. Eventually I couldn't really stand up any more, so I staggered out of the place down the nice red carpet, out through the gates (past the assembled photographers who didn't bother with me because there was a minor Jagger leaving at the same time) and poured into a cab.