So not snoring at The Goring
You could never call The Goring Hotel in St James…. the most hyped and happening place in London at the moment. It’s not exactly a daily or even nocturnal hang out for the paps…. so how come on a chilly Thursday evening in September; Baroness Thatcher, Honor Blackman, Paul O’Grady, Marie Helvin and others are to be found in the Goring garden sharing a hog roast? !!!! There were a lot of naughty people out to have fun……. Nicholas Grace pinching bottoms, Issy Van Randwick spreading titilating gossip, the hot and handsome band Blake making the villagers hearts a flutter….. Lovely Brian Turner was on top form …. and we had a little bitch about one of his colleagues who used to be delightful but is now too grand to wipe his own arse. Poor Richard Kay (Mail diarist) and his two sleuths knew their was mischief in the air and hung around to the bitter end - I dread to think what they will come up with….. I was a good girl and left sober with my pot of jam goody bag. Definitely going again next year!