Never mind Peter's Friends, what about Toto's?

Queen Hen on her throne in the hotel

"When I get to Warwick Avenue......" disembark the narrow boat and go to the pub for more wine

Mrs McEllison demonstrating the rude sweets Toto wolfed down all afternoon

Mrs Pinot & Mrs Grigiot the Hoxton Hotel after a vigerous bout of wine tasting

Is it a top? Is it a dress? No, it's Red Bush on Toto's hen night.

Comrade Ralli laughing politely at my impromptu speech

Readers of Peter’s Friends will be delighted to know that Toto’s "hen day" on Saturday went down very well. The happy hens were cooped in the Hoxton Hotel, and spent the day cruising the Regent’s Canal, wine tasting in Little Venice, dining in the Great Eastern Dining Room and wine tasting once again at Cantaloupe on Charlotte Road. A good time was had by all, although a few sore heads made it down to breakfast the following morning. Your correspondent was not among them, however, having left at 10.30pm before he could be accused of outstaying his welcome. I must say, however, loving the company of women as I do, not much beats a day out with the ladies, and as such, I was in my element. Especially as everyone seemed to have a good time, as hopefully the pictures illustrate.

If you wish to see the all of the photographs, clicking on the following link should do the trick. Roll on the wedding!

The song remains the same

Just in case you missed the new Oasis single on the Chris Moyles show this morning, your correspondent is delighted to share this link with you for your listening pleasure. It is, of course, available for download for your aural pleasure, should you so wish….

The Shock of the Lightning MP3

Falling Down MP3

The Bush who launched a thousand books

" So, how does the off-side rule work, Matt?"

Lesson one - How to speel

Bush and your corrospondent

So, off to the Kremlin to the launch of a book on football with Bush, which of course is very important. Not as important as the free food, beer and wine of course, but important enough. Being hosted by the Groaniad, most of the people there were rather scruffy, but that’s what passes for smart in media circles, I am informed.

Anyway, a good time was had by all, Bush was mentioned in the closing credits and Salman Rushdie was nowhere to be seen. I only managed to embarrass Bush twice, once by arriving in the first place (the girl on the door had been forewarned) and again by asking the chap running the bar where “the pretty girl with the red hair” was (he was only too willing to oblige – perhaps I don’t look stalker-ish enough to be a danger to women). Only time will tell if we’re invited again. Not that I’m holding my breath, of course.

Kafka's Motorbike revisited

"Now, which pair of big pants shall I wear today?"

No film makes me laugh so much.

"The opening of an envelope? I'll be there".

Ladies and gentlemen...Ladies and gentlemen...Ladies and...OI! OI! Can you all turn around please? The mics not working...Ladies and gentlemen, weclome to the launch of Kafka's Motorbike, the greatest book of our time...except for yours Salman Rusdie which are also very good. And yours Lord Archer...yours...aren't bad.

Bridget Jones' Diary 2001

Never let it be said that your correspondent is anything other than supportive to Peter’s Friends when circumstances and energies allow. So, you will be delighted to read that he is due to attend a book launch at the Kremlin on Farringdon Road tomorrow night at Bridget Bush’s invitation. Although it would have to go some to beat the Kafka’s Motorbike section of Bridget Jones’s Diary, Bush assures me that not only will she be wearing something nice, but also that SR (as I gather he's known in PR circles) will be turning up for the occasion. It goes without saying that I shall be taking the camera along for the evening......

At home with the Jackson's

The Jackson 3

Buuuuuuuuud with Abigail and a detachable knocker

Spot the baby

Your correspondent is delighted to share some photographs with all of Peter’s friends of Abigail Jackson with her proud parents and one of her recent visitors sporting colour-coordinated attire. Mother, Father and baby are all doing well, and it was reassuring to find them all in such good spirits. Our visit coincided with the arrival of the Buuuuud clan consisting of Julie, Merv and Gran, who had arrived with a caravan and a crystal ball with a plan to make a bob or two whilst visiting telling fortunes, no doubt. Although your correspondent cannot foresee the future himself, it would not require the skills of Rose-Lee to envisage sleepless nights and lots of poo being close to the top of the agenda for the immediate future. Well done to them both - I’m sure they will be excellent parents.