Sunday's picnic on the grassy knoll at the back of the Vauxhall Tavern to celebrate the birthdays of Andy and Richard was a huge success, even if nobody ate the sandwiches and the chicken drumsticks. But we certainly drank well - ostentatious queens that we all are, everybody brought a bottle a champagne - I spotted Lanson, Moet, Veuve Cliquot, Heidsieck Monopole, Piper, as well as a few supermarket own brands. No Bolly though, sweetie. Now, either the bubbles went to my head, or that cake contained a very special type of chocolate, as I was spotted much later leaning against a wall at the LA3, allegedly capable of not much more than grinning ear to ear.