Last night I came face to face with a pair of Victoria Beckham’s old white jeans. To be fair, it wasn’t just me and the jeans. It was more of a charity auction do where her trousers were up for grabs. I had a good look at them. But then came a slight panicky moment when my arm got stuck in the leg and I feared they might have to call security to release me.
It has been that sort of week, really. A lot crammed into a smallish space. On Monday I dashed from the Policy Exchange Christmas party to the re-re-re-relaunch of Duran Duran. In the seats behind us were Bob Geldof and Tara Palmer-Tomkinson, which safely gets my Weird Pairing of the Week award. It was groupie heaven, crowned with a kiss from Simon Le Bon. My cheek is now on eBay.
The night after, I found myself dining barefoot with the editor of the Independent for an interview with GQ magazine.
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