Just one look was all it took; before one word was spoken his mind was broken. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
What a clever choice to have the dress made by edgy young British designers Peter Pilotto and Christopher de Vos. The choice of tiara and no veil was equally show-stopping.
Apparently the dress had a low back to show a scar from when the Princess had surgery as a child. My only question was the length of the sleeves but that was such a minor quibble. But back to the tiara. The Greville emerald tiara has never been seen since the old lady bequeathed her best jewels to the QM.
We have seen her fender tiara because that became a favourites of the QM and is now on loan to the Duchess of Cornwall. But the emeralds have been hiding. Either way, the Greville emeralds were a superb choice on the part of Princess Eugenie. It had one or two of my Twitter friends speculating as to whether HM would loan more of her personal jewels to the younger members of the royal family particularly the Duchesses of Cambridge and Sussex.
You had to warm to the Duchess of York wearing an emerald green dress that could have been recycled from about waving, gurning, puffing her cheeks and looking so excited to be in the bosom of the royal family again after so many years out in the cold.
I should think the Duke of Edinburgh decided to go easy on her for chutzpah and good humour alone.
Kate Moss would have been after them like a rat up a drainpipe. What can I say? We had Theo Fennell, Stephen Webster and Shaun Leane in attendance as well as a huge contingent of friends and family who made the party for me.
At the end of the do, somebody said I should organise some more soirees. Did I tell you I am once again in the throes of giving up cigarettes? This time I have the help of a nurse at my GPs who is a very jolly cove and not someone I want to let down when we do the weekly breathalyser test.
The physical benefits of not smoking are already worthwhile but I am with Bette Davis on cigarettes: Lord knows whether I will succeed but I will give it a red hot steaming go as my friend Scott would say.
Highlight of the last couple of weeks was sitting on a panel discussion with Judith Watt to interview the designer Walid at the Matches Fashion Townhouse in Mayfair. The event was absolutely heaving and I am pleased to say the conversation flowed.
Walid creates the most extraordinary garments and furniture made from remnants of antique fabrics such as Chinese imperial silks. I described his upholstered Louis chairs as Anastasia fleeing the Bolsheviks with the last stick of furniture from the Winter palace.
She then hides the chair in an attic in the 7th arrondissement of Paris until it is discovered years later by Walid. I wore a black Walid coat for the interview that was such a refreshing change from Savile Row. It felt quite romantic and very heroic. What more could one want? I have finally bitten the bullet and decided to write a manic depression memoir.
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