Thank the lord for wellies. Last weekend I was Bestival bound and have never been so grateful for a pair of Hunters I can tell thee. There was so much mud that my calf muscles are still aching from trying to dance on it (either that or old age). But mud didn’t put off the celeb partying contingent – especially Mat Horne who’s been at every festival I’ve ever been at. I think he’s there before they’ve even set up the stages he’s such a keen bean. The place to be was the Playstation 3 Singstar area – a proper VIP knees up for those who wanted to sing without too many people hearing the duff notes. La Roux was there with her girlfriend dancing to Vanilla Ice’s five song set and then hung out with him all night like they were best of buds – then Vanilla (that’s what I called him anyway) dropped the bombshell that he’s signed up for Dancing on Ice. I hope they’ve paid him a lot that’s all I can say. Street cred – bye bye. Professor Green was also milling about (I couldn’t stop staring at his teeth – they’re so white it looks like he’s done that thing you used to do with chewing gum where you spread it all over your teeth. Only me then?). The Prof had everyone dancing like loons to his Singstar rendition of Lily Allen’s LDN – which his mate Lil would be most proud of. Bestival is the biggest fancy dress party in the world which meant loadsa celebs had to wear stupid outfits (I was Tinkerbell and made my boyfriend dress as Peter Pan incase you’re interested) – my fave was Elisa Doolittle as a Snow Queen in a tight white leotard on stage and Mumford & Son’s as musketeers (which made them slightly more interesting). Meanwhile, Dizzee Rascal got an eyeful during his set with some young ladies exposing themselves to him as they sat on their mates shoulders. He loved it. In other news – I have just had a text from Andrew Stone. He’s created a dance for “Heat” as a celebration of Pineapple Dance Studios coming out on DVD soon. I have to learn the routine. At least I have the excuse that I can’t use my calf muscles.