That's How It Happened

Although I'm not a huge JK Rowling fan, I do have something to thank her for. The hundreds of millions she has earned for Bloomsbury (her UK publisher) have led to lavish book launch parties for other Bloomsbury authors. Last night I escorted the GF and Mr Nixta to the launch for Anthony "Kitchen Confidential" Bourdain's new Les Halles Cookbook. It was held at St John, Bourdain's favourite UK restaurant. The wine bar had been cleared for a dance floor, with a hiphop bootleg DJ installed in the bakery. Young and not-so-young editors and publicists were strutting their stuff rather too freely, while upstairs in the main restaurant the literati and cookerati nibbled at various offcuts and offal. Bourdain was exactly as charming as he seems on TV, only taller, and with a rather camp earring. The night also produced an all-time DOs and DON'Ts classic: some madman dressed in a Guantanamo jump suit, Ken Bigley style. I'd like to play it all cool, like the editors of Vice would, and say that spoofing a hostage on the day after he gets beheaded is a huge fashion DO, but actually I'm unable to overcome my own middle class Daily Mail indignation.

Yeti Stage-Diving has a confusing control method. I managed 17.34m, but I'm unsure if I've really got the hang of it.

See who the Google Family Tree thinks might be related to Jeb Bush.

And this may be old news, but there's been definite confirmation that Cribs is a huge ridiculous fake. It's the most politically charged TV scandal since Quiz Show, (or maybe Rebecca Loos jacking off a pig, one or the other definitely).