Last night, Berkeley Square was a symphony of celebrity. The sounds were Champagne corks, the soft thudding of chauffeurs closing doors, the sushi knife swish of camera shutters. W1 was having the biggest birthday anyone could remember: Annabel’s, London’s grandest — and perhaps greatest — nightclub, was celebrating its 60th.
The club was a diarist’s dream: Rod Stewart alongside Emma Weymouth, the Marchioness of Bath; Ricky Martin belting out Livin’ la Vida Loca to show Liam Payne and Gene Gallagher how an old pro does it. Bridgerton’s Nicola Coughlan at the downstairs bar. Seven-inch heels were de rigueur and even the chic types swapped to vodka Red Bulls to keep them dancing. As 3am approached, Richard and Patricia Caring sidled up to Honey Dijon as she DJ-ed. “You don’t invite someone to a birthday and make them buy anything,” said Richard, sending another round of Don Julio tequila into the howling crowd.
