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A LOOK BACK AT WILD ROYAL YOUTH, THE LENA HORNE AWARDS. THE WHITNEY GALA. LUNCH WITH M. GUERLAIN. THE UNA-USA DINNER. BRAZIL COMES TO THE GUGGENHEIM, AND A KENNEDY BOOK PARTY.
The month just past. While New Yorkers were constantly talking about the Presidential election and Who-Is and Who-Ain't, they were moving like road-runner, lickety-split from one steam-heated warm spot to the next, with so much going on in so many places. Went to the Royal Academy dinner at the Rainbow Room. Very uppah-uppah. Prince Andrew the Duke of York was the guest of honor. I was thinking about JI-, whom I met in Beverly Hills back in 1980. Sometime not long after that she became very friendly with Andrew. A year or so later, I was going to London and contacted her to tell her I was coming. It was around the time of the Falklands War. Must have been '82. She said she couldn't see me because she was going somewhere with someone important. I didn't have a clue what that meant. She'd come to America in the first place because she wanted to interview and have an affair with that actor, Christopher Walken. I thought that was pretty funny. You know how many people go to Hollywood/L. A. and secretly (or not even secretly) harbor hopes of sleeping with a movie star! What's Hollywood for, if not that?
Anyway J, with that preppie, garrulous English-schoolgirl obsessivecompulsive need to comment (quite sharply and sometimes quite wittily) on anything and everything before her (and after her) couldn't see me because she was going somewhere that she couldn't tell me about. Somewhere turned out to be Mustique with Prince Andrew, who was on R & R after the Falklands, where he'd served heroically, and the Queen was treating him and some of his friends to a trip to a royal friend's house. J- was one of them. And so was Koo Stark. Remember that? A few days later the London papers were blasting it all over the front pages with zoom-lens pics of Randy Andy and Koo. So there I am in London and no J, because she's off on a secret trip, which I read about in the tabloids in London. I...