Davina goes to Henley...and Take That! • 19/07/2011

Here it is...better late than never....I need to discuss the bastion of the English Social Diary 'Henley'.

Matthew and I were invited by a friend of mine...a lovely school run mum called Jo. She and her husband Nigel are very good friends of ours and are a real laugh, so M and I thought, why not? It could be a real laugh?

But as the day drew nearer and Jo was continually warning me that if my skirt was ON my knee not BELOW my knee I would not get in and if my skirt was ABOVE my knee my name would basically be dirt. And I would never be able to show my face at Henley ever again, I have to say I started to dread it. All this 'you must wear this and not that' does to me, is make me want to turn up in a belt and nothing else and see what happens.....a bit like when I was younger and I used to go to church with my granny and she used to tell me not to laugh. Within moments I would be shaking uncontrollably and my granny's glare would only make it worse... However, I managed to squash my rebellious urges and went in a BELOW the knee dress with a jolly plunging neckline. More about that later.

First, I want to talk about going to pick up Jo and Nigel.

Jo is perfection. She wafted out of her house in a beautiful camel coloured all in one with flowing troursers and perfectly coordinated accessories, and as she wafted I was filled with a sense of wonder and a hint of the green eyed monster. Here is a woman who seems to eat whatever she wants and is gloriously slim, AND could wear a bin bag and still look hot. So jelly jel.

Anyhoo, she was followed by her husband, who on first look, I assumed had come in some comedy outfit. On second look I realised that his BRIGHT RED blazer was actually planned and LOVED. This was going to be soooooooo embarrassing. But when we got to Henley EVERYONE was wearing silly blazers. Suddenly Nigel didn’t look silly, he looked like he belonged and we all stood very near him basking in the red glow of his very cool blazer.

It’s all about rowing. If you have been in a rowing team you get a blazer. And every year you get to wear your blazer, with enormous pride, at Henley. Another stipulation, it seemed, of wearing the blazer was to get absolutely mullered; which all the boys did; quite quickly. Us girls, while this was happening, went to watch the rowing.

Not because all the rowing boys have THE best bodies you have ever seen and all seem to be really really handsome, no no no, BECAUSE we really love rowing....great sport...boats...water....brilliant.

Before I wrap up about Henley I need to discuss my dress and more importantly my bra. Wonderbras are amazing. FACT.(I am not being paid by Wonderbra in any way). I’ve had three children and just look at those puppies....although, I have to say ,it was quite sad at the end of the day taking it off...oh.....they've gone...bye bye boys....

At 5.30, Jo and I kissed our quite drunk husbands goodbye, jumped into a car, got changed and headed off to Wembley for "NNNNNNNEEEEEVVVVEEEERRRRRR FORGET WHERE YOU’RE COMING FROM"...Take That.... I love them.

We met up with my sister Caroline (who cried real tears when I asked her) my friend Jamie (who was also silly excited) and Suzie and Sarah (huge fans). Well, I know a lot of you have been but it was orgasmic. Every minute. And in between songs we were playing spot the celeb. My sister is scarily skilful.

We found loads...so I started to photograph the backs of their heads and playing 'Guess Who?' on Twitter... you were very good. After, we all hung out with Lawrence Dellaglio and his wife Alice (he is big. A man mountain)

My girlfriends (and Jamie) all went a bit doo lally around him or doo laglio, if you like (fnar fnar).

With that appalling joke I shall end and dangle this carrot....I’m in St Tropez.... my next blog will be about the crazy beautiful plastic fantastic people of St Tropez... 

A bientot!!!!!!!

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