Scrapbooking note …
In June of 2002 I threw a little party on a boat in Simon’s Town harbour. Gwen Gill, society columnist of the Sunday Times came along and wrote “There’s something seriously sexy about beautiful food and great wine served on board an exquisitely decorated ship with the misty lights of Simon’s Town as a backdrop. You don’t often get anything as romantic as that in the GG column (let’s face it Gallagher Estate can’t compare). So let’s skip lightly over the fact that almost all the gorgeous guys, in black and white almost to a man, were either gay or married, and concentrate on the glamour, which began with perhaps the most stunning invitation (with a black and white Titanic theme) I’ve seen this year.” Ms Gill devotes her entire July 14 column to my party.
On December 29 of that year, Ms Gill does her round up of the year’s top 10 events and my do clocks in at no 7. It was one of the proudest moments of my life.
Seemingly indestructible, this grande dame of social commentary died last night. It’s the end of an era.
Rest gently, Ma’am. You leave a gap.