Such a delightful dinner at The Ivy to celebrate my birthday - naturally I had one of the better tables from which to observe the various nonentities currently posing as footballers, reality TV stars and sundry shagees.
Michael Barrymore popped over to say hello - looking alarmingly youthful it must be said on his Diet Coke. He dined with skeletal Jenny Seagrove - just how pop-eyed can she get? - and her partner theatre impresario Bill Kenwright. She spent most of the evening saying "But you must ..." at Michael. I assume that he's planning a stage show of some sort. He really must put his misfortunes behind him and ignore the right-wing nutters who have hijacked the Stuart Lubbock non-cause.
Harold Pinter ambled by with his walking stick and wife Antonia Fraser in tow. For a moment I thought I was in Worthing.