Party like it's 1999
Wednesday night saw the opening party of the William Cecil. We filled suitcases with hydrangeas and roses, filled urns at the end of the staircases with flowers, dressed tables in the marquee and tweaked the arrangements from the weekend.
Then we actually went to the party, where champagne flowed and deep fried oysters and rare steak were feasted upon.
In all my time in previous careers in food, PR and food PR i have never known a more generous opening party.
A speech was made by the owner, a modern day Mr Darcy, good suit, public school hair, you know the sort of thing. The entire audience fluttered their eyelashes and swooned. Even those with botox.
Every time i see said owner i am carrying a piece of taxidermy.
"I carried a stuffed Impala head"
Then as we strolled down the hill home we called in at The George and had a glass of the good stuff with Mary and Chris.
We find ourselves with another weekend. Marvellous. Do you have plans? The Mother Hen and The Captain are at sea, currently tied up on Dartmouth Town quay, pop down and see hello if you are in the area. The Stamford Hen and her Gentleman husband are off to the High Voltage festival in Victoria Park.
I am doing weddings.....
Do not forget there is a Grand Prix. Where have Ferrari found their form from? Will McLaren pick up the bat phone and call Ron Dennis? I wish they would.
We will be back tomorrow with weddings and other beguiling things.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 12:30 PM