Going to the Brit Awards or any swanky ceremony is always special and I’m very lucky to be invited. Although as I have got older, there’s the inevitable terror about what to wear. That’s why I won’t hear a word said against Madonna. Good for her. I could barely manage the old spanx. I opted for a kind of sequinned kaftan affair which unfortunately started shedding on the Jubilee line from London Bridge to the O2 like a trail of sparkly breadcrumbs. Thank God I didn’t commit a crime (as far as I can remember) as they could definitely place me at the scene.
Speaking of crimes, the most bizarre moment of the evening came when I was watching Lizzo perform on stage, while standing next to former prime minister Liz Truss. Like Lizzo, Liz ain’t going anywhere, she has enormous self-belief and will shortly be announcing a global tour. I know. Don’t shoot the messenger. Most people who tanked the economy would have had extensive plastic surgery, bought a canoe and moved to South America, not be living it up at the Brits — but to be fair, she wasn’t the only politician there.
