A Very London wedding

Posted by Ellie Omahoney at 19:58 on 25 Apr 2010

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I haven't written here for two months - I hadn't realized it had been so long until the editor of marieclaire.co.uk emailed me last night to check I was okay (read alive). My excuse? That I've been back in town and have been so enjoying being thoroughly spoilt for day/evening/any time of day entertainment, that my writerly obligations have gone out the window.

Don't get me wrong, I haven't been out clubbing it up techno-style, but the joy of having my friends at the end of a tube line has made me demob-happy, so I've spent an awful lot of time and an awful of money in the various Stradas/Pizza Expresses etc that now litter the capital's streets, eating approximately 21 American Hots in the last month, catching up with everyone. Lovely, but not glamorous. However, the glamour factor was stepped up last night at a (very glamorous) friend's wedding. It was in a very posh London restaurant and attended by some very posh celebrities, too. (The groom is a rather well-known journalist). It was all I could do to screech, ‘Oh my God, it's Kirsty Wark!' (Before her representative indignantly emails my editor, Kirsty Wark wasn't actually there but there were some equally screech-inducing celebs there who I suppose it wouldn't be very cool to name, would it? Would it?).

Spending six months in the social depths of Cornwall has reduced my cool factor by about 80%. I didn't have an awful lot of cool in the first place so I really couldn't afford to lose quite so much and it didn't help matters that my first proper social event was celeb-filled. I wandered around the room, mouth agape, sucking at my Moscow Mule, mentally noting all the celebs. ‘Have you seen XXX? He hasn't aged has he?' I whispered to Sam, sounding as if I were talking about a young relative rather than a popular TV presenter. ‘Ohhhh my God, have you seen who it is??' I hissed. ‘You know? She's married to that man who, you know has all those nightclubs, no?' Sam looked blankly at me, shaking his head sadly.

Anyone cool who wants to retrain me in the ways of city would be very welcome. Quickly, too, before all my invites dry up.

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