It's never just the one, it's always a case of layering the revelries on top of each other so they can all fit in. Last year, Soho House threw one of the best parties of the festival. It was at a floodlit chateau in the hills above Cannes.

There were the most spectacular delicacies from all over the world, an unending ocean of champagne and fabulous dresses. That was one of the few nights when I stepped off the party treadmill and just stayed put there, all night. This year, a similarly grand chateau was hired out by the promoters of 'How to Lose Friends and Alienate People'.

To filter out riff-raff, guests needed an separate invite even for the shuttle bus that was taking them to the chateau, and then another ticket to get them in. No frock was big enough for the occasion. There were human chandeliers walking across the vast lawns and pavilions, or so it seemed.

Then, out of nowhere, a group of foxy classical musicians with large pouts and spiky heels got out their cello and violins. We rocked to Strauss, before being dazzled by laser illuminations, fireworks and live DJ-ing by The Gorillaz, before leaving for the next party of the night for the film, 'Hunger', which had the best view in town.

It was on the eight floor of the MK2 building in Cannes, just next to the Grand Hotel, and the terrace view showcased the thousand and one lights of southern France in all its blingly glory.

Once that was over, we skipped over the road to watch Tatoo, the Russian pop duo sing wearing bow ties for a champagne drunk audience at a beach party, and tried to catch a glimpst of Dennis Hopper's birthday bash yacht in the distance as the sun rose on Cannes. And that was Cannes on a week night....