Meanwhile, at Beckingham Palace...
With one fell swoop David and Victoria Beckham saved our Christmas. Not only did they choose the time of the Nativity to christen their two sons, Brooklyn(5) and Romeo (2), which raised the spirits of those of us worried about the decline of the nuclear family, but they threw a great party as well. All the angles covered, in other words. The Irish media, starved of celebrity news of late, was thrilled by it all because the cleric who conducted the ceremony was none other than the Right Reverend Paul Colton, the Bishop of Cork. Name got a familiar ring? Well done! He's the very same minister who married Posh and Becks five years ago.
First to arrive for the evening was Sir Elton John, with his boyfriend David Furnish, who was filming the event. Both are godparents, by the way. Elizabeth Hurley, a godmother, was next. Here's a nice tabloid bit to go with that dry detail: "Wearing an ivory-satin dress and a white fur shawl she appeared to have breached Victoria's alleged diktat ordering women not to expose too much cleavage." Naughty, naughty.
The only hint of disharmony was the non-appearance of Mel B aka "Scary Spice". All the others were there: Melanie "Sporty" Chisolm, Emma "Baby" Bunton and Geri "Ginger" Halliwell. Wayne Rooney did show, though, and with fiancee Coleen McLaughlin. And on and on and on.
Oh, here's a good bit. The grub for the evening was provided by "society caterers" Rhubarb Food Design. How about this: "It served champagne and 8,000 canapes in just two hours at Price Edward and Sophie Essex's wedding reception…guests enjoyed a crayfish cocktail in a crisp croustade with spicy horseradish, salmon tartar on toasted brioche with soured cream and dill, and creamed Stilton with pear and rocket crostini." We've got a bacon and cabbage dinner to look forward to now. For supper, there'll be sausages and mash and a plum pie.
