Last night we went to the 50th birthday party of Nik Kershaw. It was a great night, we got to bed at 3 a.m., which is the latest I've stayed up since last weekend. I even ended up wearing my jeans inside out. Rock and roll.

Also at the party were Chesney Hawkes, Imogen Heap, Tony Hawks, Nick Beggs (who I remember someone else said, in an interview in Smash Hits in the early '80's, was the nicest man in pop, and after meeting him this does seem a fair judgement), Deepak Verma, and Eliza Wren Payne.

In the morning, as most of us nursed hangovers, Eliza demonstrated the skills gained from childhood (at the expense of skills in Math) by somersaulting on the Kershaw's trampoline.