Last weekend was quite the whirlwind – from 11am when I left home on Saturday to 1 o’clock on Monday morning it felt like I didn’t stop moving. I had been invited to both big events of the BAFTAs weekend – the Nominees Party, and Dinner hosted by Nespresso, in the State Apartments at Kensington Palace, and the awards themselves followed by the astonishing dinner for 2000 at the Grosvenor House on Park Lane.
I left a sulking Lettice with my sister for a mini-break, and headed off to the BAFTAS official hotel, The Savoy, where Nespresso were putting me up for the night.
Ayla was invited as my plus one for the Nominees Party, and we checked into our suite at The Savoy with quite a lot of glee. Put it this way – when the front desk rang up to tell me that Ayla had arrived I couldn’t get to the ‘phone in time from the other end of the suite.
Obligatory oohing and ah-ing and jumping on the bed done, we headed downstairs to the BAFTA Style Suites to get our hair and make up done.
I’ll do a fuller story on this later this week, but the funniest moment was hearing the glee in the voice of the makeup artist who was looking after Ayla when Ayla said she could do what she liked with her – I think she was a little bored with being asked for umpteen smokey eyes. Ayla’s gorgeous dark colouring – that hair is 100% natural, means she can pretty much take anything in the toolbox.
Cue for the most fabulous Nefertiti eyes. I, meanwhile, had, yup a pair of smokey eyes. Make up completed, we moved several suites down the corridor to Paul Edmonds to get our hair done.
Thence to the Swarovski suite to borrow something shiny for the party
There was a quick sidebar into Nespresso’s suite for a reviving shot and a quick photo op.
THEN – PARTY TIME…we shared a cab with Lydia Millen and Ali Gordon from the Nespresso reception at The Savoy, which tried to drop us off at the private entrance of Kensington Palace, finally joining the snaking line of cabs and black cars queuing down the long driveway from the Bayswater Road, down past The Orangery to the Palace.
Everyone was offered a quick spherical shot of coffee upon arrival
Obligatory Palace selfies
This is a terrible photo, but Ayla met Al Gore and I think she was shaking for ten minutes after.
The private dinner started at 2130 after the other guests had left. One long table ran down the apartment and gradually the room filled with actors, VIPS and Nespresso guests.
All the food was infused with coffee in some way. Above was a cheese mousse encapsulated in a green apple jelly with coffee essence around it.