Perez Hilton's One Night in London

I have been a fan of Perez Hilton for years now so when I heard he was hosting a ‘One Night in London’ event I jumped at the chance to go along. Held at the O2 Indigo venue, opening acts included a show choir (which we missed thanks to Sunday Replacement Services!), the Hoosiers and Diana Vickers. These ones were not really my cup of tea my friend and I spent some time in the swish upstairs bar sipping vodka sodas before heading out to the viewing gallery to watch Peaches.

The last time I saw this wild woman was at Durr club in Holborn where (a few months pregnant) she sang, screamed and bounded from floor to bar-top and back again. She began this set wearing what can only be described as a giant mop before stripping to reveal outfit after outfit (pictures below). Typically high-energy she worked the Kelis-anticipating crowd into a fervor before attempting to ‘Crowd Walk’ as she performed. A slim Perez looked on from the front of the stage. The view I had from the gallery were really incredible and I got some great birds-eye pics.

Before we (drunkenly) knew it, it was time for Kelis herself. She took to the stage in a skintight purple outfit and beaded wig; she looked like something straight from Studio 54. A true diva, she sang hit-after-hit including ‘Milkshake,’ my favourite ‘Millionaire’ and her latest ‘Acapella.’

A truly amazing evening – long-live the Queen of the Media!

Peaches and Erol Alkan at Durrr

I was intending to wait until New Years Eve to party but guess what? I, along with what seemed like the youth population of London, decided that Monday night was party night and headed to Durrr at the End. 'But Peaches is dj-ing' was all it took to persuade a (similarly good-intentioned) friend to come along.

With the exception of Disneyland, I have never embarked on a queue as long as the one last night. It was really something to behold, spilling and curving its way through and around West Central Street and beyond. Guest-list, non guest-list, the Obligatory Hopeful, we all queued together for something that, fortunately turned out to be well worth it.

It was refreshing to see the non-Geldof Peaches back with a vengeance. She was the (massively) non-conformist Belle of the Ball dressed Boadicea-style in an outfit fashioned from little else but hair. She ended her set by belting out a classic eighties love dance ballad balanced atop the dj booth.

What else in the teaches of peaches?

Peaches shows me some hair

Jodie, friendly and fabulous as ever. This is how we show each other affection. No, really!

Is Jodie holding this empty wine bottle? I can't tell. Worrying.

My mate Victor looking seductive (sort of!)

Queue faces

This riot of colour was much lauded - for good reason.