In case you missed it. The venue sounded perfect. The (Chopper!) Harris suite at Chelsea Football Club. Quickly drafted a short speech for Chopper who was clearly in the frame for a ‘Lifetime Achievement’ Award or something similar. Alas. Imagining a Premier Inn on a bad day with a patch of grass outside will convey something of the soulless squirly-carpeted hanger in which we were invited to party. Drinks were naturally FOC but the food was of the non-existent variety. I guess we’re now in the digital age but, as those with any memory cells left can testify, those analogue parties were so much better! One of the waiters fell over. I think it was Didier Drogba.