Someone mean once called Kate Middleton just a Diana Lite. Be that as it may, while the Duchess of Cambridge Kate and her husband William, Duke of Cambridge, were in town recently, Kate's sister Pippa had a light lunch in the Seasons restaurant of the InterContinental hotel in Ballsbridge, Dublin last Saturday afternoon.
Pippa, her husband James Matthews, and their young son Arthur were joined by friends for lunch. It is believed their friends' son was celebrating his Confirmation. They were also spotted in the bar of the five-star hotel.
Staying in one of the top suites, Pippa and James and Arthur had breakfast on Sunday morning in the hotel's restaurant before returning to England.
(The InterContinental General Manager Nicky Logue - who only recently returned from a quick break in New York with his beau Cathal - wished them well on their way home. He was introduced to one-and-a- half-year-old Arthur. "A charming young man," said Nicky.)
Meanwhile, last Wednesday lady-in-red Vogue Williams - who is married to James's older brother Spencer - was at the Cheltenham Festival. As was Chanelle McCoy and son Archie, along with Zara Tindall, the eldest granddaughter of Queen Elizabeth. Closer to home, our own social royalty of sorts Claudine Keane celebrated her birthday last Saturday night in the restaurant of the moment, The Ivy on Dawson Street with a gang of family and friends: among them Pippa O'Connor and Brian Ormond, Brian Dowling and Claudine's brother Ronan and his wife Zoe.
Robbie Keane (Ireland and Middlesbrough assistant manager) flew into Dublin (straight after Middlesbrough beat Charlton last Saturday) and hosted pre-drinks in the Westbury hotel.
There was a birthday cake at The Ivy and afterwards they all went to 9 Below on Stephen's Green for cocktails and Champagne where, I'm reliably informed, joy was unconfined until closing time. Is there any other kind of joy?
We live in complicated times, but bear with me. Mary Kennedy is taking her partner to see her ex-partner.
In plain English, that translates as Mary is bringing boyfriend Tom to see her recent Dancing with the Stars dance partner John Nolan’s Putting on the Ritz at the National Concert Hall on May 16.
Meanwhile, Victoria Mary Clarke, muse and wife of Shane MacGowan, is launching a range of lifestyle products (hand-knitted dolls, yoga mats, phone covers, pillows, towels, shower curtains etc) with angel images.
“I was inspired to start painting them last year after visiting Johnny Depp in France where he was painting and seeing how beautiful his work was, and feeling the joy of pure creativity from him,” Victoria told me.
“I began by making the angels into silk scarves. I am thrilled to see them being worn by artists I admire, including Imelda May, Paul Simon and of course Shane.”
And Louis Walsh, pictured with an angel whatsit. Or is it a member of one of his new boy bands?
It’s not just plebs like you and me whose lives have been turned upside down by a bolshy bug. It’s Miss World’s too. Rosanna Davison had to cancel a work trip to Germany planned for next week.
“But I’ve got my hands [so] full with minding Sophia that I don’t mind too much,” the former Miss World said, adding that in-between feeding/changing the new arrival, to say nothing of doing the laundry (yes, even former Miss Worlds do laundry) and washing bottles [that’s Sophia’s bottles, not Rosanna and Wes’s bottles of Dom Perignon, joke!], she has found time to re-read Whole: Rethinking The Science of Nutrition by T Colin Campbell.
She also found time last Friday night to have dinner in her favourite Indian restaurant, Rasam in Glasthule, with Wes (the baby came too). Rosanna’s parents Diane and Chris de Burgh arrived first and ordered a bottle of Champagne.
They all stayed for over two hours, with Sophia being good as gold throughout the meal (vegetarian Thali for Rosanna and Diane) and butter chicken for Wes and his father-in-law.) Spice up your life, or what?
They haven’t gone away, you know. People going on holidays, I mean. Take Annette Rocca. The beautiful wife of the late tycoon Patrick was in Marbella last weekend with her good friend, leggy Limerick model and Aer Lingus cabin manager Elizabeth Mangan.
On Friday night they went to dinner in La Sala restaurant in Puerto Banus. On the following night the two Irish beauties went to Picasso in the port and then on to Joy’s piano bar for a bit of music and banter.
Annette and Elizabeth had been to a packed Victor’s Beach fish restaurant both days for some lunch by the sea.
This idyllic, al fresco repast on Playa El Anco was finished off by a long walk along the seafront back to Puerto Banus, where Annette and leggy Liz would begin their night in southern Spain in earnest.
Get it while you can, I always say. My abiding memory of Marbella is sitting next to Albert Reynolds on a private jet on our way to a party. And while Albert chatted by the pool at Michael Smurfit’s house, and told stories on the edge of the dance-floor at a ball that night, the former Taoiseach didn’t loosen his tie once, even when we flew back at 6am to Dublin.
Sadly, Albert has gone away now, you know. They don’t make them like him any more. If I’m ever back in Marbs again, I’ll raise a glass to the memory of the great man.
Sunday Indo Living