Sunday, 3 July 2011
DRESS REHEARSAL AND TRACEY EMIN's BIRTHDAY
The funny thing is I remember my story so well, but it is in the past. All has changed. There are just remnants left. Obviously as I say in the play, my life slipped through my fingers like a powder puff.
I left the theatre tonight happy that all is going well, all I had to worry about today is whether the quiet peddle in working on the piano and that it was covered with dust. I solved that by whipping off my dress and using it as a duster. Life is such fun.
I then had to race to Tracey Emin's incredible birthday party on her roof terrace for the interesting mix of wonderful friends she has collected over the years. I sat talking with Vivienne Westwood who said she would come to the play. There was Lucy and David Tang, Alan Yentob, Mat Collishaw, in fact it was quite the place to be. Tracey is certainly loyal to those who love her. I was so pleased to meet her Mother, a lovely woman. Thanks to Mark Hix the food was delicious.
Now I need some sleep.