As a child growing up in #Mayfair I was fascinated by the #etherealbeauty of the #swannecked women alighting from #AstonMartins & #RollsRoyces of an evening. Their husbands in black-tie epitomised the #007 attitude they cultivated in the way they tossed their keys to valets, before breezing into the basement nightclub of #Annabels or upstairs to #Aspinalls #ClermontClub where #aristocratic #gamblers rubbed shoulders with #EastEndgangsters such as the #Kraytwins - It was here #LordLucan acquired infamy passing the chemmy slipper at #baccarat before clubbing his children’s nanny to death & disappearing into the mists of #scandal that have shrouded #Mayfair since the #Restoration of 1660 I’d often dash downstairs for milk at night - my nightie concealed under Mummy’s #sable an @hermes #scarf around my head, waving at the diners of @scottsmayfair as I sped past. If I was ill or immersed in a #book & couldn’t face the stairs, I’d drop a plastic bucket down on a rope & phone @scottsmayfair who’s place a couple of dozen #oysters & a bottle of chilled @ruinart in my trusty bucket. It takes a lot to raise an eyebrow in Mayfair where people know the value of #secrets ... http://bit.ly/MyMayfair (at Annabel's Mayfair) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrG1anWngnZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xpc4x1hx67yw