Last night turned out to be very memorable. I met up with my friend Mark Watty at Momo, just off Regent Street. Momo is a Morrocan restaurant with a very atmospheric tea room attached to it. It was lovely - all squishy cushions and flickery lanterns and a great place to catch up. We had tickets for the Michael Fienstein show - a one night only performance at the Palladium. I was still suffering slightly from the effects of the Halloween party when the curtain went up. Fienstein is a great entertainer but I have to confess to wondering if I was going to enjoy two and a half hours of him.

Anyway, he sang a few numbers and then after twenty minutes or so, his guest John Barrowman took to the stage. Barrowman was sensational. There's no other word for it. He looked great, sounded amazing and his energy was infectious - he's a very funny guy anyway and this came across effortlessly. At the interval, Mark and I made a beeline for the bar and bumped into Barrowman's partner Scott (I know Scott socially) who told us that that John had finished and they were about to leave for Wales or somewhere. How disappointing! - we were hoping for a couple more numbers at least. We ordered a couple of those cute little bottles of champagne (very thirsty) and the feeling was, how brave/generous/whatever of Fienstein to have Barrowman on as a guest - talk about having someone steal your thunder!

Fienstein clearly had a game plan though. He came back after the interval and absolutely set the place alight - obviously he'd been pacing himself and he saved the best of his performance until the second half. If he, in any way, felt that he was taking a gamble by sharing the limelight with Barrowman, the gamble paid off big time. It was a fabulous show and you left the theatre feeling that Fienstein, apart from being an amazing performer, is probably a very nice guy who's comfortable in his own skin.