Kiss and make up

A grand night out at Pernilla's 50th birthday party yesterday.

The theme was 60s and some of the guests had done a wonderful job of finding vintage outfits. I contemplated dressing up like a hippy but in the end bottled out. Kai's comment was something of a disincentive: Daddy, why do you want to dress as a hippo? What's so funny about Peace, mud and understanding?

If you want a party to go with a swing, invite a choir! Pernilla's really sung their socks off which was a marvelous tribute to her. A treat!

I was sitting opposite Ganesh, a charming chap from Mumbai. He'd never been to this kind of Swedish party before and was a bit baffled by the song booklet we had on the table. It contained the lyrics of 50 songs for community singing.He probably was wondering how long the party would last!

Gary got out his ukelele and sung á few numbers. Young Jack Watson dressed up as Gene Simmons and very bravely did a Kiss song karaoke style. The look of sheer, unadulterated pain on Duncan's face during this was priceless. Cooper is a very sensitive chap and metal is most definitely not his thing.

The Kiss army pedants on my table pointed out to me that Jack was in fact made up like Paul Stanley and not Gene. There's no pleasing some people!