Well Saturday night was fun. Instead of writing in bed, with half an eye on the telly, or disappearing into the countryside, I was whisked off to the ballroom of the Grosvenor House Hotel for the Boodles Boxing Ball. Yup, a ball with a boxing ring.
I felt the occasion deserved my swooshiest of full length ball gowns, and my tomato red and bronze Marc Jacobs heels, which are the only ones with the right combination of height, stability and comfort to get me through a night of partying. And what Chloe calls my Pat Butcher earrings. (Lil’sis says that this photo of me is basically unrecognisable by the way – I say thank you Instagram for your flattering filters.)
I was a guest of friends at Veuve Clicquot, and we had ringside seats for all the action.
I think it’s fair to say that we had a lot of glamour at our table. Benjamin definitely was in contention for most elegant tuxedo, lovely Louise was over from Paris, in covetable Elie Saab, and Alice wore a chic cream PVC skirt that was handy for being in the proximity of over-excited people who were a little…unsteady whilst holding drinks.
It is quite odd seeing a room full of people standing on chairs, screaming on the contenderrs in a boxing match.
The evening was raising money for Starlight, and the evening auction alone took over £200 000.
An extraordinary night.