Last night * Jimmy Smits and I snuck off for a joint in the backyard treehouse only to discover that Ron Perlman and Vince Neil had commandeered the clubhouse. Jimmy was even starting to make googly eyes until Marisa Tomei turned up. Marisa bloody Tomei. Ah yes, ahem, I think even Dr's Freud and Jung would chalk that one up to the Roquefort.
MENU: Faux Bircher Museli with stewed Rhubarb and biodynamic bush honey yoghurt.
* yes people I was dreaming.