Diary of a Diva: Quarter -Life Crisis and Fashion Rocks

It was my (gasp) 25th birthday last week and specialist bakers ‘Konditor and Cook’ created an amazing Warhol inspired cake just for me!

It felt very “J-Lo” esque to have my own likeness on a cake but there were no Diva style diets – I’m still scoffing it almost a week later. (When something this delicious is in the house it would be a crime to even contemplate healthy eating!)

My actual birthday was spent ghost hunting the famous inhabitants of Hampton Court Palace.
 Being a paranormal enthusiast, I’ve always wanted to check out the many stories I’ve heard about for myself.

For example, if you stand in the corner of Wolsey’s Closet you are sometimes overcome with a sense of great sadness (though turning 25 already, I didn’t need to stand in a haunted room to feel that)
But I did have a creepy encounter with Ann Boleyn – well, almost, it was an actress dressed up as her, but practically the same thing.

Then while I was at the palace I got a call from The Old Vic theatre to say I’d been selected to take part in a workshop to develop a new play for the main stage, directed by Matt Wilde.
 I went along this Friday, and although I can’t reveal what it’s all about, I can tell you I have been invited to audition for the play next year before anyone else.
 So I’m very excited about that.

Also this week I got a call out of the blue from electro-rock violinist Linzi Stoppard (who I’d met randomly at a party a while back) and she asked if I’d like to attend Swarovski’s Fashion Rocks at the Albert Hall that evening.

 There I met Linzi’s husband Will (who’s father is legendary playwright Tom Stoppard) and they told me they’re setting up a production company and want to talk about me writing a film for them.

 From there the night got better and better – I stepped off the Red Carpet straight into a smiling David Walliams (he was lovely), sashayed past a stunning Joely Richardson, watched Alicia Keyes, Iggy Pop and Razorlight rock their stuff, while Uma Thurman and Samuel L Jackson breezed through a witty autocue.
Then we joined Caprice for champagne at the interval.
 It was a whirlwind of names: Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, Donatella Versace.

 I thought I’d seen it all when I had to make an unglamorously early exit to get the last tube home (harsh reality check) only to bump into the organiser on the way out who revealed Whitney Houston was going to make a surprise appearance. Damn it. Trust me to miss Whitney Houston’s come back.
But all in all, for a birthday I was rather dreading, it hasn’t half been an exciting week.