Iggy Pop, Sixteen
It’s another one of those weird fantasy dinner party days, as Daniel Radcliffe, Monica Lewinsky, Woody Harrelson, and Raymond Chandler all prepare for an evening of laughter, presents, wine, great canapes, a cake, a misheard comment, shouting, a fight, quick, get the police! An ambulance, blood everywhere, stunned silence, faint sobbing, taxis home, and broken dreams. But we’ve chosen to honour the rock guitarist Slash, who turns a very impressive 44 today, so we all wrapped our grandmother’s head scarves over our long ginger hair, then spent the afternoon screaming ideas at one another like someone was holding a candle to our toes. After about three hours it had boiled down to a toss up between a urinal for his bedroom, or a brilliant clip of Iggy Pop. In the end we got him both. Happy Birthday Slash!