Are you hosting a party?

Forget that ‘touch of gold’ or ‘come as you are’; this really is the cutest dress code ever. We had our annual company barbecue yesterday (it's going again, thank you) and the dress code read; come as your colleague. I went as Lianne, our very sweetest office manager who you can picture in tight, slick shorts, a shirt, her iconic Dr Martens and a colourful band in her hair. Our Annabelle went as Bart, the handsome producer of our television branch. Army shorts on, white shirt, cap on and drawing quite a few tattoos on the forearm. The funny thing is that Bart then went as Annabel again, but Annabel didn't know that yet.

The nice thing about this dress code is that you can pay a little tribute with at the same time a little joke to everyone and laugh hard again at each other's quirks. Sort of a summer version of the Saint Nicholas poem. The very best joke came from one of the directors of our TV side. You should know that at another party, we were visited by Sophia, an incredibly cute photographer who is very much into lady love and, after two glasses of champagne, liked to pat us all on the buttocks or pull us onto her lap. When I asked who he came to the party as, he replied: ‘As Sophia of course, duuuh.’