Last night a party was held, somewhere in the East End, and largely for my benefit (premature birthday: hint, numero uno). A few things to note. The theme, decided upon in a pub in Greenwich one Sunday afternoon, was "Bollywood". No, we weren't jumping on the Big Brother bandwagon but I have had a lot of Inddian experience lately, so it was fitting to spread the joy. I suppose it is a slightly offensive theme, but wonderful. And so easy. Go to Whitechapel market, pick up a few saris for £10 (for those on Facebook, I suspect photos will appear at some stage), buy some bracelets, a couple of Bollywood DVDs and raid the "Indian" food section of Tesco. Genius. Hilarious party. Plenty of spontaneous dancing. And too much drink. And the worst thing, we've decided, is not the clearing up. It is deciding who will get up to buy the papers, milk and orange juice in order to continue the gentle awakening into Sunday afternoon.