A VIP reception at the Ashmolean, which opens this weekend. So I dusted off the little black frock and sallied forth. The most fantastic use of space, light and glass and a cascading staircase -the building has been transformed. A kind curator opened a wardrobe painted by the Pre-Raphaelite Burne-Jones to show the ghostly unfinished figures of his night-time doodling. Miniature masterpieces, of a purely culinary nature, were handed round on slate trays garnished with orchids and delicious waiters proferred champagne at every turn. Perfect.