The party last night went off with a bang.

Despite me forgetting to count myself in the dinner numbers and forgetting two guests who had to be accommodated at the last minute as we pushed the room to capacity, the restaurant staff were faultless, flexible, dedicated and so keen to see me have a good time.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves thoroughly and my speech was upstaged by five of the boys turning up wearing shirts with a horrible transfer of me naked on the back, save for a pink Texan cowboy hat. They proceeded to take half their clothes off to the Hot Chocolate Full Monty song around me. Fortunately they'd brought one for me to wear so I didn't feel left out.

The evening went rapidly downhill from there - with silly dancing, giggling and whiskey drinking. I was lucky enough to get a bundle of presents and have made a mental note to have more parties like this.

I'm slightly concerned that by Monday photos of me naked, save for a pink cowboy hat, will be circulating around my current workplace and it's new Texan bosses - but then, they probably deserve to know the horrible truth about the theme of nudity which seems to blight my life.

Thanks to all who came, all who put a lot of thought into the various presents and pranks and all of have been such good friends to me over the last 3 decades.