I’ve partied so hard in the last few days that I’m actually sick of the sight of champagne (and I never ever thought I’d say that!) The week started off with the Glamour Awards, which is always a party-and-a-half, where celebs mingle freely with ‘civilians’ and everyone has a riotous good time. The highlight of my whole year (possibly life?) came when I was introduced to Beth Ditto and hung out with her in the smoker’s pen. Even though I do not smoke. She was amazing – warm, friendly, exciting and excited about everything, like meeting her idol Annie Lennox. I cheered as Beth crawled across the stage to collect her International Musician award, and demanded to know when on earth the next Gossip record is coming out – she begged forgiveness and said it’s on its way. I guess if it’s as good as the last one, it’ll be worth the wait.

 

Wednesday evenings are usually reserved for the gym, but after a last minute call from my friend Francesca Versace I decided to ditch my track pants for a vintage Martine Sitbon number and headed to the Royal Academy for their summer preview party. Francesca looked amazing (having just returned from Cannes) in a macramé strap dress and ruched leather jacket of her own design for fashion label “alldressedup” and after pouting for the cameras on the red carpet we both proceeded to the exhibition.

The large selection of artwork on display was eye opening and I really wished I had paid more attention in my art history class (although some pieces resembled the kind of things my little niece Mia comes up with and she’s only 3).

After glancing at a metallic Jeff Koons egg which Gareth Pugh was looking rather perplexed at (perhaps it was the £3 million price tag), we sashayed past Yasmin and Simon Le Bon in an attempt to reserve a photograph of some red stilettos which we had been arguing about as to whether they were by Sergio Rossi or Giuseppe Zanotti…..

Sadly we were too late and by the time we got to the room where it was displayed, it had been sold. Giles Deacon joked with the two of us that perhaps we should peel off the orange sales sticker and head to the check out….what some girls would do for a good pair of shoes!
--MISS BRIT

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