Each year I plan less and less in the way of celebrating my brilliance. Before I turned 30, I wanted to do 30 parties for being 30 (I didn’t bother – but if you knew me back then you will know I was never sober). Most years I try to go to fabric, or do something in London, go clubbing, organise a party – whatever but I never let it pass quietly. I’m hardly letting it pass quietly this year with a birthday roast for me and several of my adored friends on Sunday and a tour of Peckham on … Continued