Stuart’s good friend Rebecca Loos was celebrating her birthday today.

I was really excited about meeting her but quite apprehensive about the frenzy that would surround the event. She had made plans last minute and given little detail so to avoid attracting unnecessary attention to the party. I had been away at the weekend and returning that night my train had been delayed mid journey, so I was running late. Stuart arrived before me and was caught in the full glare of the paparazzi flash bulb explosion. I was worried about all this invasive attention being uncomfortable for him, but when I finally managed to get to the venue he was in extremely high spirits. I’d expected something showier; a large, slightly awkward and uncomfortable affair like other showbiz parties I’d been to. Refreshingly Rebecca had arranged an intimate gathering of about 30 or so good friends. We watched her swish around the room chatting to everybody, looking incredibly sexy in a tight black dress.

One of the omitted party details was that it was a karaoke party; the champers was flowing and soon everybody wanted to be on the mike. Highlights included a sassy rendition of “You Take my Breath Away” and a suggestive reworking of “The Power of Love” by Emma Basden. Suddenly the atmosphere turned very dark; Rebecca couldn’t find her Nokia. Considering that part of her infamy had resulted from some very saucy text messages she was understandably quite upset. We checked everywhere, but it had been turned off; a thief was suspected. It failed to materialise. Bottles of Absolut arrived at the tables and soon the phone threat had been put to the back of everybody’s mind. To get the party going again Rebecca took the mike spiritedly and crooned through a few big numbers. She is posing for a portrait soon; I think it will be fun. We left early and parted company in Soho. Stuart went to continue business; I drifted into another party.