Tonight I am going to The Sweet Suite for the second time. In case you’re unfamiliar with this venue, it was assembled by a coterie of leading London homosexualists including the infamous Mr Big, Boy George and er… We were supposed to get picked up in a big pink limousine outside First Out, but I think my host had to cancel it, which is a shame. Last time I went I became rather over-excited by the range of “Sex and the City” and “Seven Deadly Sin” cocktails and found myself falling over a lot and vomiting much of the following morning. Mr Webb is obsessed with the place. I should be packing.