The Royal Variety Performance - what a night! It was another mad, magical adventure that ended up with comedy grand dame Joan Rivers clamping herself to my side all night at the aftershow party and proclaiming me as her new 'toyboy'.
We even got papped together, arm in arm, outside the venue. Hilarious! I went along to see the event, held for the first time in Liverpool in honour of the city's impending City of Culture status.
The fun started when I didn't like my seat, right at the back, so I went and perched myself in an empty one three rows away from the Queen, high up on the balcony.
She was looking immaculate, just like she does on the stamps, with perfect hair, a cream-coloured top and a diamond bracelet. She carried a posy and Prince Phillip was there looking his usual self.
Security was really tight, they had bag searches and sniffer dogs. I'd seen the comedian Russell Brand, who was performing, in the days beforehand - once at his book signing at WH Smith in Leeds and then at Bradford's St George's Hall where he did an outrageous gig, with barely a routine that wasn't about sex.
Aside from the side-splitting smut, one thing he likes to do is borrow a phone from an audience member and ring a random number from an ad in the local paper. It was a firm called Carpet Busters that took the flak and got really irate with this mystery caller.
Anyway, he was much better behaved in front of her majesty. James Blunt, one of my favourites - I don't know why everyone seems to despise him so much - was performing too and Russell had a joke with the audience that when the Queen worked her way along the row of stars at the end, she'd be bound to pay James lots of attention, because of his military past.
He encouraged everyone to go: ''Ahem!'' for him, so she'd move on to Russell and he'd get a proper chat with her, too. Well as the show closed that's exactly what happened - the Queen got into a little conversation with James while Russell stood forgotten. The audience started laughing and coughing. Russell shrugged and held his arms out as if to say: ''See, I told you this would happen!'' It was a real comedy moment and really lampooned the usual stuffy protocol.
As the show ended I moved straight to the stage door where the doorman was one of many people that night to say: ''Ooh, I saw you on Secret Millionaire,'' the Channel 4 show I appeared on the week before last. I was a celebrity in my own right.
I called into Enrique Iglesias's dressing room - I've never met him before but I'm such a fan. I told him so and he confided that he was so ill, on antibiotics, that he'd been really close to cancelling his appearance. You'd never have guessed from seeing or talking to him - he's such a trooper.
I said hello to Soapstar Superstar judge Billy Salmon who was with Joan Rivers, another performer at the show. He introduced me to her and she said: ''Right, you can be my toyboy!'' linking my arm firmly with hers.
Up close she looks, ahem, a bit 'enhanced' but still very glamorous. We rode in her limo to the aftershow party and she was just so bitchy about everyone, lots of other celebs - it was so funny.
Once there, she had me running round fetching her drinks - she wanted wine so I brought her Champagne - but I didn't mind a bit. I loved it! She and her entourage finally decided to head back to their hotel and invited me along, but I decided to stay out and party.
Russell reappeared complaining that all people were saying to him was: ''Oh, aren't you tall!'' - he gets that all the
time - and hassling him for autographs. He sneaked away from the party early but not before he'd given me his mobile number and urged me to stay in touch.
I'm in his good books because I'd bought him a Family Fortunes board game for Christmas after he spotted one in WH Smith on Sunday and said he used to love playing it.
His parting shot was: ''Terry, when you write your column, can you tell Carpet Busters that I'm really, really sorry.
I just felt really bad when I'd put the phone down to them.'' So, Carpet Busters, there's your apology.