I’m a celebrity, get me into there!

Des­pite some grumbles about the food and ser­vice (half-frozen pizza and dis­ap­pear­ing rosé, any­one?), the Fest­iv­al Club bar and café has been the place to be seen for cer­tain sec­tors of soci­ety. So much so that a cer­tain well-known (and very driv­en) archi­tect was seen peer­ing over the fence into the VIP sec­tion, with a look on his face that said “Why aren’t I in there? Surely I’m a VIP?!”.

He need­n’t have bothered. While one might hope for the VIP enclos­ure at the Fest­iv­al tent to be full of fam­ous artists, louche bohemi­ans and nubile cir­cus per­formers, in real­ity it’s usu­ally reserved for spon­sors and guests, which in this case con­sisted primar­ily of law­yers and account­ants in bad ties and plastic name tags. You’d find a more excit­ing crowd at St John’s.