Hell’s Kitchen in high heels
I am not a big fan of reality TV shows, but as this one involves dinner cooked by a three-star Michelin chef and his two remaining celebrities, I am going.
I doubt very much I will even get on camera, unless of course I dare to complain about the food or trip over on my way to my table.
The logistics of getting to and from my table has been worrying me. Especially as I will be wearing high heels. It would be excruciating to fall flat on my face but possibly good publicity for the paperback of Ciao Bella which I am going to London to launch.
My dinner date at Hell’s Kitchen is Mary, who lives down the road from me in France. She and I have been planning outfits for the past three months and I think we’ve just about got them sorted. Mary is particularly pleased with her leopard-print high-heeled shoes, though quite how we’re going to get Hell’s Kitchen presenter Angus Deayton to notice them and share their splendour with the nation I’m not sure.
I will keep you posted on our progress.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007
17 Sep 2007 helena
Hi Helena,
I have been reading you for a long time but never commented…
I’ll be watching tonight and keeping an eye out for you. And your beautiful shoes.
Enjoy your evening!
Thank you!
Hx
What’s this with you and Mary? Have you started batting for the other side? Am I not good enough to be your date in Hell’s Kitchen? I shall see you later and MPW had better watch his cooking.