Love for Legoland and glamour at Skyfall
Having had a blissfully quiet weekend with lots of downtime with my youngest daughter Violet, I resumed our crazy pace with an early start on Monday morning, to Legoland. Now I clearly have no recollection of my younger sister and I being taken to any such places. As a result I have no sentimental feelings towards these theme parks and actually get little pleasure from them other than completing the day and getting home – but I now have to eat my hat! Legoland has certainly put Britain into the big league and I was absolutely shocked with it all.
Not to bore those of you without kids but even without the treasured Q box (a queue jumping aid you pay for and apparently not available on Mondays), my girlfriend Grainne and I had a blast with our two little ones. Did I mention it was a grey sky with intermittent drizzle? Yet nothing could dampen our kids’ joy as we faced no queues longer than 20 minutes which, in my book, is a breeze. Violet and Theo were mesmerised by the live Pirate Show, it was a first to see really engaging young students with incredible gymnastic skills and quite daredevil stunts perform– diving from a very high look out post! Their new ride Atlantis was wonderfully presented and interesting even to us adults. All in all a wonderful day with a delicious carb filled lunch at the Legoland hotel whilst we warmed up and the little ones ran themselves ragged. Job done!
Back to London and it was a quick turnaround for another Monday night out. (So much for the no plans on a Monday night rule). A great friend, Scott Curie was over from New York looking after the “Queen of Mean” Joan Rivers. I have never seen her perform her comedienne role before and so quite naively I thought it might be a bit vanilla – was I ever in for a shock! Sitting in a box with some of her other guests I almost choked within the first 5 minutes. Nothing is off limits with Joan. She was speeding across the Royal Albert Hall stage in a dazzling coat of fuschia sequins with such fury I could not accept her telling us she was, in fact, 79 years old. One of my favourite lines was how she is thinking of setting up a “Feels on Wheels” service for the elderly. Sadly the rest of her act is totally unprintable but I have been imitating her all week to various friends and get so involved I don’t realise it’s one of those ‘you had to be there’ kind of nights!
After the show I went down to Joan’s post-show party to meet her and her daughter Melissa. To say they are weeny is a gross understatement, but so sharp and naughty. Also very warmly chatting to Louis Walsh and my favourite interiors whizz Lady Jane Spencer Churchill. Their work schedule is intense and Joan had just been touring England back to back for the week. I had a couple of glasses of champagne and couldn’t resist stealing a Joan Rivers cupcake. A new convert I will proudly admit it, she was simply sensational.
I was still finding the whole night hilarious when I woke up the following day but had to get my skates on to meet Daniel Galvin Jnr – a good friend and hairdresser. We are hosting a little Halloween party on the 31st to launch his new Organic Hair products for Children, Duble Truble. We were in the middle of trying to agree decorations and entertainments, etc when in breezed Made In Chelsea’s Millie Mackintosh. I had actually just seen her with her beau Professor Green at breakfast that weekend. She was super pretty and polite and was obviously a regular. We agreed on all the details and I was home to get ready for the premiere to end all premieres, Bond’s new Skyfall. The reason it was trebly special was because it was the 50th Anniversary of the James Bond films and in celebration the premiere was being held at the Royal Albert Hall. My escort for the night was my long term agent and business partner Ghislain Pascal. Dress was black tie as the evening was in the presence of the Prince Charles and Camilla. So far so glamorous.
Even my jaded eyes were out on stalks as we made our way up the grand back staircase of the Albert Hall. Red carpet heaven as the best of the best posed in front of a bank of photographers worthy of the Oscars. Naomi Campbell and her handsome beau Vlad were in matching tuxedos whilst actress Helen McCrory (she appears in the movie) was a little girls dream in a fairy tulle puff by Marchesa. Holly Valance, recently back from her wedding, was one of my favourites in a super chic orange Tom Ford outfit. The throng of people was a huge nod to the producers Barbara Brocolli & Michael Wilson and to the fact that they had done something very clever with their father’s Bond legacy. Rachel Weisz, beautiful in jaw-dropping bejewelled lilac, was so discreet she actually reunited with her Bond, Daniel Craig inside the hall before he had to shake Prince Charles’ hand. Rachel and Daniel are notoriously private and she is a huge star in her own right. What a wife!
Once in my seat, I must add I was in the front of a box only four or five down from the Royal Box and couldn’t stop sneaking a look to see if the royal couple were enjoying the film. Skyfall, directed by Sam Mendes is very unfluffy, slightly dark and heavy on action but I, for one, would just have liked a little more sexiness, but I guess the Box Office will be the judge. Off to the after party at the Tate Modern, Ghislain and I had a riot with Assia and Stephen Webster and Nadja Swarovski with her suave husband Rupert Adams. An immaculate vintage grey Aston Martin was there for the guests to admire and we all took silly photos, they even had thoughtfully created a Skyfall photo booth. I bumped into Tony Broccoli, a very old friend from LA and the brother of Barbara. The party was full on with trays of cocktails and I was thrilled to see my friend Kate Driver who was with her sister Minnie Driver in a scarlet satin sheath. I was on a mission to find my new friend Bruce Bozzi who had come in from New York. Much searching later he was unearthed in the inner sanctum with Daniel Craig and his posse. Stephen Webster went over to say hello, as his jewellery had adorned the latest batch of beautiful Bond Girls. I was happy to catch Assia’s eye as it was yet another school night and we made the brave decision to call it a night.
I was again up with the larks as I finally had to do something dull – hunting for all my receipts for a VAT return (not my idea of a couple of hours well spent). Another weekend of chilly country walks, a little horse riding all in time to replenish my energy for a sexy Agent Provocateur runway show and a Halloween party for the little people, oh and a little Lionel Richie….