It was for charity, ok? I appear to have taken my clothes off for charity last night. I blame Snoboardr, obviously. But it raised £500,– for Shelter, apparently. Twas a really good night, anyways. Lots of dancing, particularly with a *very* cute Asian lad called Amit. He needs to come to my Strip Poker Party, I think. And Baz was there, being very pretty, as well. I appear to have been a little bit rude with him at one point. Oops. And Smess wrote on people lots. He wrote “Hot screw” on my back, with an arrow pointing downwards. I don’t know what he means. Or how he’d know, frankly! But George IV came back here, along with me, Des, Alan and some bloke Alan escorted to his room rather rapidly. We appear to have drunk even more (in my very homosexual martini glasses). And there appear to have been some other consumables involved. Terribly naughty. But I really must remember to do my physio every day, if I’m gonna dance like that. I can barely move my legs now.