Phew! What a night of glittering twitterati at the Royal Opera House! Unfortunately my own epic, Smell the Profit for the Polish Cheese Board, didn't make the cut. But I did get to cut the cheese, serve the wine and hand out the vol au vents, which weren't exactly going like hot cakes I can tell you. And what a shame little Dusty got, er, tired and emotional. Still, he's so short I don't think anyone noticed any difference when he sank into the red carpet.
Back here in my London pied a terre I'm still perplexed by what Prince William is rumoured to have whispered to dear, lovely Uma!
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