I have been tweeting so much lately I feel like a Cockney Sparrow. It’s nice to get back to a medium with a few more characters than Hollywood.

Since the last blog I have been on holiday with all the family to the Balearic Island that dances to the beat of its own drum Ibiza.

It’s the best place for a holiday. You can chill at a villa or a beautiful beach, or you can drop the sort of cocktail that killed River Phoenix and wave your hands for 6 hours at the world’s most famous DJ’s. The choice is yours. Just remember one will relax you after a long spell at work and the other will make you feel as though someone has laced your veins with Starbucks crappaccino and put matchsticks under your eyelids.  

We started by helping my old friend Pete Tong come to terms with being 50. As a long term man of 50 I felt qualified to give a speech.

After a wonderful dinner we shuffled around his pool to Carl Cox, the Van Dykes (too many to mention) and every other big DJ on the island. After about 5am the music all sounded the same to me.

The next few days were spent comatose. I remember making the effort and asking for nuts with my Rose.

During the following week there was Nick Lazlau’s yacht for the day (amazing); lunches at Blue Marlin, Tropicana Beach and the always good value @ €1500 whatever you have; Es Torrens.

Followed by Mark Ronson at Space. Peter Simons 67th Birthday (what a pad he has for an ex hippy); a very quick trip around the Island in Paul Tucker’s (member of the Lighthouse Family) Ferrari.

And another Pete Tong night in Eden, just myself, my daughter Amy and her friend Lorrie. For some unfathomable reason Pete’s working day is 4am - 6am. I thought milkmen got up early but that is insane. Plus they pay him the best overtime rate I have ever heard of. So we get there at 1am because if I had stayed at home longer I would have been pushing Z’s. Of course at 1 it’s empty. By 3am I am anxious having been listening to house at a million decibels for 2 hours. Then in comes Pete. Phew we were nearly there but no, first guest Annie Mac until 4am, then Africa someone until 5.20am when Mr. Tong finally came on.

By this point I was river dancing backwards to Christmas and as usual thinking it was a good look due to the Parkinson’s effect of my hostess’s vodka wrist. Over pour was an understatement. I looked around me and to my surprise the Dutch chapter of the hells angels had joined the party. Why do such macho guys have bum bags or fanny packs? No need to answer.

Finally escaped at 6.30am. How many Dads show commitment to their teenage daughters like that?

I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

Back at work today. Always busy after a break. We have started work on the new store we are opening in Beverly Hills and our new little Viennese whirl will open in 2 weeks.

Going home on the train with Rosie the fastest tortoise in the west. She doesn’t even look pleased to see me. I think she’s only in this for the lettuce.

Until next time… or follow the tweets, they are shrill but make a lot of sense x

http://www.twitter.com/NoRegretsat50