I managed to crash the Vanity Fair Oscars party – but not Boris’s victory do
It was not until I saw Boris making his acceptance speech at City Hall just after midnight that I decided to gatecrash his victory party. I was quite drunk, having just hosted a dinner party, and my wife had long gone to bed. The only two girls remaining were about to share a cab home together, but I implored them to come with me to Millbank Tower where the celebrations were already underway.
‘Are you sure we’ll get in?’ asked one of them as I squeezed into the taxi. ‘Are you kidding?’ I said. ‘I’m the only journalist in the country to gatecrash the Vanity Fair Oscars party. This’ll be a doddle.’ ‘But, surely, if we don’t have an invitation?’ ‘My face is my invitation,’ I said. ‘Watch and learn.’
There was a long line of people snaking round the building when we arrived — loyal campaign workers waiting to get in, no doubt — and the girls automatically gravitated towards the back.
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