I can come across as winging it at work, but, in my down time, I like to concentrate on intricate detail. For the past three years, I’ve opened my back garden for charity – it’s a superlative effort of pruning, coaxing and balancing. There’s colour and spatial issues… and, oops, a bit of panic buying at Columbia Road Flower Market, in east London, to fill in bald patches.
Alas, you won’t find me in the Yellow Book this year, as I’ve moved to a much bigger plot to start the whole process again. See you in five years for a village fete… call me an ol’ Cath Kidston retro boy, but I was brought up on tombolas and coconut shies and that thought still informs the festival scene for me.
Talking of fields of dreams, there are few richer than Lost Vagueness, the purveyor of fine burlesque and pumping musak. It makes me feel somewhat old to be pondering hiring the crew for my 40th birthday, except that I think I owe that brief to the guys who put Loewy into orbit with our recent Christmas party for 600 clients and colleagues, Sancho Panza – old skool DJs .