Awaiting my unpaid spy Fish to file her party report on Nicky Haslam's 69th birthday party at Parkstead House, I read Anne McElvoy's dispatch in the Standard: it doesn't sound as if she had the happiest of times. Normally a dry but shrewd political pundit, who says 'fesses up a lot to get down with the kids, all she can do here, below Warholy pics of Zhandra Rhodes, Paris Hilton, Bianca Jagger, Andrew Logan et al, is draw a comparison between the lavish decadence on display in Credit Crunched Roehampton and the Great Gatsby's West Egg party prequels, before the Great Depression.
I wonder if Anne wrote her piece (in her head) before or after she attended the do. I know what I think.
The only amusing thing she has culled from the bash is Nicky's response to her dull question about how he manages 800 personal friends. "Lists," he replied. And then, changing the subject, "Have you met Paris?"
On a final note for now, Madame Arcati is distressed that Nicky preferred the company of Norman Lamont - who "jitterbugged" (I hope he wore a chins bra) - to mine. I shall tackle him about this should I have the pleasure of encountering him at the Green Carnation.
See the Telegraph's film of the party .... click here. (See the Duchess of Ferg karate chopping Bob Geldof just after some nonsense talk about the children of the world not having a voice. Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Gatsby)
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I was there too
Then you must share your memories. Will Rohypnol be of any help to you?
This is the most ridiculous piece yet, Madame. Please go back to killing journalists.
That Telegraph video, at the 2min mark exactly, the people moving towards the staircase on the left? That's Freddie (works for Nicky), Peter, Andy, Min Hogg and I'm the shortest silhouette with the spikes.
Been so tired today Arcati that I just haven't been able to write. Off to bed now. If I find the time tomorrow I shall make a start.
F x
Jesus, what a bunch of drips
Ferry is a regular at society events, quite the faux aristo is Ferry. And his sons are such a credit to him as they chase foxes and MPs.
Two words for this: Marie Antoinette.
Don't worry Fish, Arcati time is not usual time. That silly tart who fronts the Telegraph film makes me laugh the way she's trying to smile, nod and talk all at the same time. That comment of Jerry Hall's is a bit off-colour I thought. I'm sure that's Mrs Ronnie Wood (dumped) with her and she says something like "old rock stars never die" and Jerry replies laughing "Some do, horribly". Something like that.
Oh it's rock chicks, Jerry's talking about. They die horribly, some of them.
Back to the Duchess of Ferg. She's asked: "Did you feel worried about the dress code to this party?" Ferg answers ridiculously: "I worry about children who do not have a voice." Plainly pissed.
Sounds like it was a fabulous soiree. By chance, do anyone know if Nick Rhodes there? He never misses a good party and I heard he was supposed to attend. Thanks to all for reports!
I do wish I'd been there, it looks so glam and fun. Fancy Cilla Black being there and Paris not knowing the brand of her clutch. Absolutely the sign of wealth. Did Tara PT say she'd cut out the label or didn't know what she was wearing? I don't why people are moaning. Everyone loves a great party.
Sir Mick Jagger gave it a miss then?
I was there too. The students goggling at passing limos supplied a poignant 'Little Matchgirl' audience.
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