The only other celebrity I remember being there was Paula Yates, who had brought her young daughter Peaches along. I never saw her talking to anyone, and though it's easy to read much into her behaviour, thanks to what we now know, she seemed to me rather alone... just sort of wandering around the party with Peaches on one arm, and a large wicker bag on the other.
It's heartbreaking to think that neither mother or daughter are with us anymore. Indeed, it's probably only a matter of time for Sega too; such is the curse of the Dreamcast.
Here's a funny thing: when I wrote my "tribute" to the Sega Saturn, I repeatedly referred to it as the 'Dreamcast'; a grotesque error that wasn't picked-up by my in-house sub-editor, whose knowledge of gaming, we've established, stopped at Duck Hunt.
Indeed, the only "game" she plays these days, is some bizarre app on her phone where she has to combine alpacas into some manner of twitching, composite, horror, by repeatedly tapping on them.
Fortunately, Digitiser2000's canny-eyed readers wasted little time in pointing out my embarrassing error - but the interesting thing (he says, in a bid to make a virtue out of his sloppiness) is why I made that error in the first place.
I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have ever referred to the Nintendo 64 as 'GameCube', or the Master System as 'Mega Drive'... though when I consider, say, the various PlayStations, they more or less blend into one - a bit like a twitching, composite, llama monstrosity, in fact.