7 September - Clothes & the Counties

I wonder what people who don’t live in London make of what they read in the Sunday supplements. All this talk of tribes, yummy mummies, disco mummies and so on… They only exist here in the big smoke. And Sados (sons and daughters of… famous/celebrity people) only register in London. Only here can I have a conversation with two different g/friends in the space of a week who both fondly talk of Lily Allen as having known her since she’s tiny as they know her parents. And they have stage kids of their own with stage godparents too. It all makes it a touch easier to get noticed. Allowed to go and see first gig of son’s band – all fresh from GCSC’s (not his first gig, but the first parents are invited to, one a writer/journalist, the other a TV producer who’s currently working with a sprightly Henry Belafonte) they bring some friends with, who happen to be legendary A&R men. Like the guy who signed the Sex Pistols… and Duran Duran. It’s a good start no? Though LilyAllen owes her record contract to her (then?) boyfriend who was mates with head of A&R at EMI. Anyway, in London all and good, but Dee goes to Brighton to see her daughter’s band play. The delectable, tall and gorgeous R is studying art and photography there. At the show Dee identifies some of the other parents and goes over to share cooing noises over the talented kids and their performance, and gets incredible rude stare down by frumpy mother of drummer. If you live in London and work in media, you wear up to date clothes and shoes, if you live in Sussex you come out to play as woman of same age but looking ten years older and you hate my sparkly friend for no other reason that she makes you look like a granny. Which both of you can be/will be soon, but right now she looks like she could steal your husband. I tell Dee when said parents will travel to see the band in Camden, as no doubt that will be the next level, we’ll be there to hold her corner. Maybe we'll be even be wearing shoeboots.