2 September - Prince Harry & David Gest
No, they're not friends but they share a title on account of the following.
So we go to G's birthday drinks in a posh pub on Saturday evening. Ok, it's in Earls Court but it's posh enough to be discussing stuff with horse breeders, mining prospercters or impresarios and the odd Morgan Stanley banker and a bevvy of Chelsea blondes. We're sort of interlopers in this world though when Rusty Egan arrives on his way to a dj gig in Sloane Sq then am not so much of an interloper. I mean, who else in this room went to Club for Heroes back at the Barracuda in Baker Street in, oh dear, let's draw a veil on the year. Anyway, nobody but me.
Certainly not his stunning Croatian nanny who says she's 21 and shy when I ask her if she wants to meet my friends. It's more likely she's laser eyed their attire and decided they're not worthy. Big mistake as J. is a mega hedge fund manager and it just so happens he has not put on any rich looking glad rags just to come out for a drink.
Anyway, we leave early as we have to go to a barbecue in a square nearby given by some adorable French yoga buddies of the BF. On the way out BF, who's a step in front of me says 'That's Prince Harry' and so he is, fresh from delivering his best ever memorial speech for his mother the day before. He's looking down trying to pass unobserved but he's just too recognisable with that hair. He looks up as M. goes past and catches her eye! Hurrah for M., a successful debut novel in your nearest Waterstone (handily positioned next to best selling Jodi Picoult) and now the royal eye. For all we know he may have purchased her book (or Chelsy has!) and never know who he gave the eye to.
Never mind.
The next day I email a friend to say the above as am all excited by having walked past royalty. Flesh and blood like you and me, but A list plus don't you think?
Her reply comes quickly:
Last night at Harry Morgan's (St. John's Wood salt beef bar and deli) who's there
table 1 - David Gest - alone and badly dressed !!!!
table 2 - Vanessa Feltz, fiance' and friends
table 3 - the P. family (visiting from LA) and me!
She wins!
So we go to G's birthday drinks in a posh pub on Saturday evening. Ok, it's in Earls Court but it's posh enough to be discussing stuff with horse breeders, mining prospercters or impresarios and the odd Morgan Stanley banker and a bevvy of Chelsea blondes. We're sort of interlopers in this world though when Rusty Egan arrives on his way to a dj gig in Sloane Sq then am not so much of an interloper. I mean, who else in this room went to Club for Heroes back at the Barracuda in Baker Street in, oh dear, let's draw a veil on the year. Anyway, nobody but me.
Certainly not his stunning Croatian nanny who says she's 21 and shy when I ask her if she wants to meet my friends. It's more likely she's laser eyed their attire and decided they're not worthy. Big mistake as J. is a mega hedge fund manager and it just so happens he has not put on any rich looking glad rags just to come out for a drink.
Anyway, we leave early as we have to go to a barbecue in a square nearby given by some adorable French yoga buddies of the BF. On the way out BF, who's a step in front of me says 'That's Prince Harry' and so he is, fresh from delivering his best ever memorial speech for his mother the day before. He's looking down trying to pass unobserved but he's just too recognisable with that hair. He looks up as M. goes past and catches her eye! Hurrah for M., a successful debut novel in your nearest Waterstone (handily positioned next to best selling Jodi Picoult) and now the royal eye. For all we know he may have purchased her book (or Chelsy has!) and never know who he gave the eye to.
Never mind.
The next day I email a friend to say the above as am all excited by having walked past royalty. Flesh and blood like you and me, but A list plus don't you think?
Her reply comes quickly:
Last night at Harry Morgan's (St. John's Wood salt beef bar and deli) who's there
table 1 - David Gest - alone and badly dressed !!!!
table 2 - Vanessa Feltz, fiance' and friends
table 3 - the P. family (visiting from LA) and me!
She wins!
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