Most of us probably don't want to go outside the front door in the evening, until at least February. But then most of us aren't part of fashionable high society. The latter will be out in force this Thursday in Lillie's which will be closing its doors after 25 years thereafter.
The esteemed occasion is the launch of TV3 star Andrea Hayes's book Mind, Body, Soul Journal. Irish movie star Patrick Bergin is launching the book and he is bringing his guitar (and his gorgeous girlfriend Helen Goldin) - so expect singing, not least because Jim Corr is also attending.
Others expected to pitch up include Valerie Roe (well - the one-time lady-boss of Lillie's during its heyday is the organiser of the illustrious night) and her sister Gillian Quinn and husband Niall with their daughter Aisling.
This is to say nothing of the likes of mentalist Keith Barry and wife Mairead Foley, photographer Barry McCall and wife Kari, along with TV presenters Alan Hughes, Elaine Crowley, Lisa Cannon, Jenny Buckley, Lucy Kennedy and Xpose ladyboss Debbie O'Donnell.
"Mattress Mick asked to come," Andrea added, "I told him to bring his mattresses as it's a sleep over not a lock-in for last night!" (The aforesaid Debbie O'Donnell should give Mattress Mick his own show.)
It will be an emotional return to Lillie's for Andrea. "I was working in Lillie's in 1998 - until 2005 - for Valerie Roe as a hostess. Lisa Cannon was on the cash desk! In 2002, Prince came in and asked me for a banana boat. I was a nervous wreck. I called Val and said: 'Prince wants a banana boat! What will I do?'"
"And she said: 'Get f**kin bananas!'"
"I sent someone out to get bananas. I think we got them in the Westbury. And Prince got his banana boat."
I only hope they are serving banana boats next week in Lillie's.
It’s official. Twink is the sweetest thing. And not only because of the famous cakes she bakes.
There is more to it to than that for Ireland’s national treasure.
Ask the great lady herself. “David [Agnew] gave me a magnificent advanced chocolatier tome of a book as part of my Christmas present,” Twink told me last week, when I enquired how she rang in the New Year in Chateau Twink in Knocklyon.
“So I made beautiful handmade chocolate sweets and goodies. [Daughters] Chloe and Naomi had a farewell/welcome 2019 night for friends and the choccies were pressies.
“It was wonderful to have a house full of their girlfriends to count down to the New Year as that sort of miraculous timing rarely happens us... with three different work schedules.”
Hark! There was even more seasonal cheer!
“We had David with the three of us for Christmas dinner for the first time in 16 years. Great craic together.”
And so, all in all, as Mrs Bennet in Pride and Prejudice would say, a very successful season.
Colin Farrell checked out of the InterContinental last Friday after three weeks in the swish Ballsbridge establishment. I met him briefly at his older brother Eamon’s 50th birthday party at the Merry Cobbler pub in Irishtown two weeks ago.
The soiree of soirees, organised by Eamon’s husband Steven Mannion, featured another A-list Hollywood star, Saoirse Ronan, as well Eamon’s lovely sisters, Claudine and Catherine, and mum Rita and her movie producer husband Joel B Michaels.
Blonde bombshell and Krystle nightclub co-owner Eileen Wright and incomparable Fine Gael minister Heather Humphreys — both best friends of the beaming birthday boy in his black silk shirt — also attended the beano.
Leo Vardakar was invited, but couldn’t make it.
Which left Eamon to be the only gay (over 40) in the village of Irishtown.
Leo was probably gearing up for his own significant birthday. Still, An T on the G’n’T (that’s a joke) missed the endless drink and food in the Merry Cobbler.
At midnight, the moveable feast moved to the wonderful Krystle on Harcourt Street.
Age cannot wither him, nor Mary Lou, Brexit or mid-week striking nurses. That's why Leo Varadkar (pictured right with partner Matt) is the life and soul of the party. His own 40th birthday party next weekend.
"Matt's planning something," An Taoiseach told me. "It's shrouded in secrecy. Or not properly organised yet."
He then added, philosophically: "I'm hoping it'll go unnoticed. What's another year?' I wouldn't have thought you were a Johnny Logan fan, Leo. "Eurovision - big fan!" An T replied. You'll be telling me next you have all Barbara Streisand's albums.
"Nah. Nothing against Babs, but nah."
I don’t know quite how to break it to you. Rosanna Davison went for dinner at the Powerscourt Hotel on New Year’s Eve with her family and husband Wes but — quelle horreur — didn’t stay. The supermodel, turned author, told me that the aforementioned five-star hotel in Enniskerry had “live band and dancing to celebrate at midnight.
“My dad didn’t get up and sing,” she said, referring to Lady Diana’s favourite singer, Chris de Burgh. “It was a fun evening but I had to get up for college work the next morning. So it wasn’t a late one. We just spent the evening there, then returned home.”
Can Wesley sing? “No! But he’s a good dancer. Confident on the dance floor.” The reason poor Rosie wasn’t able to stay up until dawn ringing in the New Year was her dissertation for her master’s degree in nutrition. “I have to have it finished this week. So I’m on lockdown.” So, no thoughts of St Valentine’s for you and Wes? “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. We’ll probably go to Rasam,” she said, meaning the hipster Indian restaurant in Glasthule, popular with the beautiful people (Jessie Wallace of EastEnders’ fame was in on New Year’s Day.)
From the svelte figure of the Miss World 2013, you’d be forgiven for thinking she isn’t one for exactly lorrying into the Indian tuck (and if she did lorry into said Indian tuck she could rebrand herself with the title of AC/DC’s 1978 hit Whole Lotta Rosie. Joke.)
So, does Rosanna merely push the food around the plate? “No,” she laughed, “I eat it! But they do a pretty healthy veggie thali and I take it easy on the sauces, rice and naan.”
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