Of course it could seem sour grapes, well it is hardly nectar from the Gods or candy floss from Zeus. I did not make the list of the most available people over 50 in England under it's new regime of Kate Reardon. Of course everybody likes Kate Reardon, we all do, but with no invitation on my doorstep, I am thinking my goodness I have obviously fallen from
a) Social grace?
b) The postman must have put it in the wrong box?
c) Perhaps it is a 'teething in' problem?
d) Should I throw myself onto the steps of Tatler and pound prettily until I am presented with an invitation?
e) Did I not make a big enough donation to a charity of their choice, anything can be arranged?
Whatever does a girl have to do to be on this list?. If I have not done it already, then should I bother to do it at all?. I could laugh, I could cry, or is it just a relief not to be on it? Does it really have any social pull, who reads this list and is it just for fun?
I am luckily single, well dressed and attractive enough to have a dinner invitation from several delicious single men around this country. Surely having gone to most of the best of the rest parties, nearly all of the best funerals and some okay weddings, this is enough to make their list?. Obviously not.
Of course being totally romantic I am hoping to find my charming prince on a white horse charging down my driveway, may be I should get a longer driveway, or a much smaller horse. Who cares about their faux pas? Life has never been fuller or more interesting. I have written a play, As I like it,that is going to be performed in Los Angeles at Christmas, and Paris in Springtime. So, in readiness for the Golden Globe parties, and in re reading the last two lines should I be disappointed?. Well of course I am, I am a little annoyed. Am I jealous?, no let's not go too far. As I am also showing "My Peccadilloes" a neon show in Ledbury Road on Thursday at the Doyle Devere Gallery, I am somewhat busy, so my life just gets better and better, list or no list. There is something however upsetting about not being included. It is like saying you are 'not in my club' but I am busy making my own. If the Tatler party was the only thing to look forward, I might cry or pretend to.
Chemistry.com to meet the man of my dreams. I am not longer a lover of magazines they cost too many trees, and I love The Woodland Trust.. I think I only made their list a handful of times now it has slipped through my fingers. I was on their 'Most Invited' list for ten years, and I made their 'Best Dressed' list once, which my husband said that I should be number one in, with the amount of dresses I have, but then I have eccentric tastes that applies to my men too. I like brilliant people, witty and funny.
Good thing is there is nobody in my happy stable, that is not on my team.
Anyway my dance card is full.
P.S I am at least as lovely, sparkling, fragrant, sort after and interesting as Sabrina Guinness but clearly not by Tatler.
If I do get an invitation then imagine my excitement.
My favourite men are as follows dead or alive
Sidney Gilliat my Grandfather
My sons Charles and Jack
My Father Anthony Cave Brown
whoever treats me with the most respect, love and armfuls of flowers.
and the social men?
the problem is that I am a social butterfly and they
are moths to the flame, and as the song goes
'and if their wings burn, I know I am not to blame
but it might be nice if they lit my fire'.
So here goes
Bryan Adam (on nappy duty)
Sir Tim Rice
Charles Saatchi on calorie watch
and not to forget