I went up to town for the launch of my friend Catherine Mayer’s new biography of Prince Charles – Charles, Heart of a King.
The book has caused something of a stir, to put it mildly. Certainly it’s the first time I’ve heard any of my friend’s books mentioned at the top of every hourly news bulletin on Radio 4 for an entire day.
Go Catherine! She’s so clever and a very loyal pal.
My date for the night was my great friend Sebastian (the same one I went to the Donmar Warehouse with) and being at that kind of party with him – it was pulsating with the great, the good and the fabulously bad – reminded me of when we were hyper ambitious media weenies together in the mid-1980s, blagging our way into every launch we possibly could.
After we went to Polpetto, a favourite of mine in Soho’s Berwick Street, which serves small plates of Italian food, with a Venetian leaning, for dinner with two other pals, K and I.
We talked about our mutual friend Jessica Adams, the astrologer I wrote about at the start of the year (https://maggiealdersonstylenotes.wordpress.com/2014/12/31/seven-days-of-positive-day-98/). Jessica is also a medium and K told an extraordinary story about something that happened after Jessica did a reading for her.
As she told it the hair stood up on all of our arms and I was reminded of the time years ago when Jessica read for me.
‘Your father’s here,’ was the first thing she said and went on to give me two details about him that she couldn’t possibly have known. I’ll never forget it.
She did exactly the same thing with another friend of mine, who she had only just met, coming straight out with a detail about her late father.
I stayed over at Sebastian’s house and on my way back to the station this morning I saw a young man sitting on the pavement trying to raise funds playing tunes on a traffic cone he was using as a giant kazoo.
He was getting a really great sound out of it and I stopped to listen, not sure I was hearing right – was he really playing Fly Me To The Moon?
It seemed such a surprising choice for someone his age. He looked about 23. It was one of my parents’ favourite songs, always played at their parties and it always makes me think of my dad in his dinner jacket, with his 1960s bow tie, like something Sammy Davis Jnr would have worn (I’ve still got it).
I gave the busker all my change.
You can hear him play here, seems he’s a bit of a local feature.