Friday, August 5, 2011
My best friend Rupe
Wednesday evening, after aperos at the Ritz, (sorry Craig but this is how you do it), we headed off to Sheeky's for a fish supper (Jan calls it dinner).
Now, I'm not talking about a fish supper a la Wetherby Whaler here (as good as it is), but one of the best fish restaurants in London. Yummy.
As usual, Jan let me down by talking so loudly at the Ritz that she put the guy on the next table off his cream team (at seven in the evening - silly prat) but she behaved in an exemplary fashion at Sheekys that is until Rupert Everett sat at the next table to us.
Now, my friend AJ, who is not afraid of anything or anybody, asked Rupe (as we now know him) to join us for drinks, and he obliged. What a lovely man (eat your heart out Craig). Jan was in seventh heaven. Her hero, from 'My Best Friends Wedding,' chatted to her and kissed her hand. Needless to say she ignored me for the rest of the evening.
What's he got that I haven't got, apart from very good looks, a film star persona and a shed load of money?
Just don't see it myself.