Once again I was hosting BAFTA LA’s Burns Bash last week. When I sent out the invitations I noticed it was also Chinese New Year on the same day.
That’s why I told the celebs who were invited it was actually a Chinese Burns night…
Sir Tom Hunter, The Kiltwalk and The Hunter Foundation were once again so generous in their support of the event.
The Outlander star Sam Heughan was one of the guests but there was no need to twist his arm to be there.
Sam was there debuting his brand new whisky, The Sassenach, and I have to shay, it wash very, very, *hic* tashty.
All guests got a “Wee Box” with gifts from Scotland..watching Americans eating tablet for the first time..magic!
And Prickly Thistle gave the most brilliant auction item, a chance to design and register your own tartan. Congrats to the Wee Box’s Amy and Gerry McCusker who bid so generously!
Heartthrob Sam also gave a riveting and stirring rendition of the most traditional part of any Burns Night for a Scot abroad – no, not the bit where you belt out Doe A Deer and tell everyone about beating England 3-2 in 1968.
He instead performed the classic poem Address To The Haggis, the best part of any Burns Supper.
I think it’s about how to post some haggis to your auntie in Canada without being rumbled by border control.
Giving the Toast to the Laddies was Downton’s head cook Mrs Patmore, Lesley Nicol..”I can’t even make toast, never mind cook at all”
All in all it was a wonderful night at the Fairmont Miramar Hotel in Santa Monica.
Also in attendance was my old pal all the way from Dennistoun – Marie McDonald McLaughlin Lawrie.
You might know her as pop star Lulu! Lu was the true star of the night with the most beautiful rendition of Amazing Grace and of course we couldn’t have let here leave with out her belting out Shout.
She just gets better and better and Rabbie himself would have loved the night.
Lulu was in Los Angeles over the weekend and met up with the brilliant singer and patter merchant Lewis Capaldi before the Grammys.
I had to laugh at Lewis, who looked like he was having the time of his life at the music awards bash.
When interviewed he patted his stomach and said: “Six months along. I’m in my third trimester.”
He was nominated for a Grammy but, although he didn’t win it’s been a wonderful year for Bathgate’s finest (apart from Subo, that is!).
“We had a good year, right now the song’s doing well – great,” he said.
“Then the work starts to dry up, the phone doesn’t ring, I’m alone in my apartment with my dog who hates me, Paddy. I foresee my career being a tailspin shortly after this.”
No chance, Lewis.