Whoops. There goes another week. And another year, come to think of it. I woke up on last week a year older and precious little wiser. The big two-six – and as someone quite rightly texted me – “What a year it’s been eh?!”

Eh indeed.

Actually what a year-and-a-half it’s been. That hit home as I was moving house the other week. I really must put all these old copies of LNR on eBay. It really was good, you know, despite everything. And then there’s the pilot of LbL. And a thousand versions of the business plan. Do you know, we nearly handed over the whole thing to a huge publishing multinational? The only thing that stopped us was their retardedly slow contract department. And their inability to understand a single thing we were saying. And so many train tickets – so, so many train tickets. Oh yes. It’s been a hell of a journey, make no mistake. God knows we have in the last year and a half. But hakuna matata, right? What doesn’t kill us only makes us hunger.

The birthday itself was a funny one, spent partly in the studios of Resonance FM doing that debate on democracy. The yoot spokespeople from the three parties were as you might expect: posh Tory girl who was wrong about almost everything, but believed what she was saying – which is admirable; jovial Libdem boy full of moderate radicalism, signifying nothing and the Labour girl. She was the worst. All facts and figures, no passion. She’ll go far.

The Lib Dem, incidentally, supported Kennedy to the hilt on air but was – how can I put this? – less forthright when the microphone was off. Poor Charles. He’s toast.

Then came a Heroes and Villains party which, in the end, I went to dressed as Hunter S. Thompson. Michael has very thoughtfully posted the pictures here. You’ll observe that the cigarette isn’t lit and as such is merely a prop. Just say no, kids.

And in answer to your question about the first picture – yes I was. Very.

Speaking of parties – fast-forward to Tuesday of this week and it was time for the very first Friday Project Christmas Party. An incredibly good time was had by all, and it was nice to drink some – lots of – Champagne with authors and friends. Things we learnt from the party include…

1) It’s a bad idea to have your team Christmas lunch on afternoon before the evening of your Christmas party. By the end of the night none of you will be unable to walk in a straight line. Or walk at all. Or feel your hands.

2) It’s a bad idea to tell your Chairman and main investor at same lunch to ‘fuck off’, no matter how cheerfully you do it, and no matter how much he probably deserves it, having taken the piss out of your suit.

3) It’s a bad idea to drink the bar dry of house Champagne in the first hour and then move on to progressively more expensive bottles as the evening progresses. Better to start with the good stuff while you still have any idea what you’re drinking.

4) But it’s a good idea to work with a fantastically dedicated team, some brilliant and supportive investors and partners – and, most importantly, the world’s finest authors. They deserved all the Champagne and so much more.

Oh, and if whoever has Clare’s phone and my wallet could possibly pop them in the post, that’d be great. Thanks.