Chelsy says no to Harry kiss and tell
November 13, 2011 by admin
Filed under Lingerie Events
By
Richard Kay
Last updated at 8:30 AM on 11th November 2011
For seven years, their relationship was marked by passion and tantrums, but it ended without the wedding many had longed for.
Indeed, almost to the day his brother was exchanging his marriage vows, Prince Harry was reconciling himself to life without his firecracker girlfriend Chelsy Davy.
But while the romance may have gone out of their relationship, the loyalty hasn’t. Chelsy, I can reveal, has turned down a big-money offer to write a kiss-and-tell book about her royal love match.
Loyal: Chelsy Davy has turned a big money offer to write a book about her time with Harry, something that has left the Prince ‘very relieved’
And Harry, I understand, is ‘very relieved’.
The story begins in the aftermath of their breakup, which followed Prince William’s marriage to Kate Middleton in April. It was then, as she surveyed the extraordinary spectacle at Westminster Abbey, that Zimbabwe-born Chelsy decided their romance was doomed.
According to friends, she realised that the life Kate was embarking on as Duchess of Cambridge was not for her.
Not that kind of girl: While Chelsy’s story would be sensational, she has told friend she will ‘never ever’ speak about her time with the Prince
And, remarkably, when she confided in Harry, the Prince accepted her argument and agreed she should call time on their relationship.
While Chelsy was initially taken aback — she expected him to talk her out of it, says a friend — she was quietly pleased. Now I learn that in the months since the split, the blonde, who has recently begun work as a trainee solicitor with City law firm Allen Overy, has been offered a ‘phenomenal’ sum to spill the beans.
But she has told friends that she will ‘never, ever’ speak about her romance with Harry.
Not only has she no need of the money — her father is a multi-millionaire — but Chelsy still feels an overwhelming loyalty to her former boyfriend, despite the fact that both have been linked romantically with other partners.
Chelsy was Harry’s first love and given unprecedented access to his life in the heart of the Royal Family.
‘Her story would be sensational, but she has vowed never to sell it. She just isn’t that kind of girl,’ said a well-placed source.
Since their split, Chelsy has been linked with Harry’s pal, property developer Taylor McWilliams, and Jamie Richards, the son of Aston Martin boss David Richards, while Harry briefly romanced underwear model Florence Brudenell-Bruce.
‘William’s wedding put everything in perspective for Chelsy,’ I am told. ‘She realised what life in the royal world would entail for her and she wasn’t keen.’
Her parents, meanwhile, are understood to be relieved that their daughter has called it a day with Harry.
Lingerie designer’s risque proposition
Millionairess lingerie designer Michelle
Mone was less than happy at being mistaken for quite another kind of
working girl after she arrived for a business meeting at one of
Britain’s most exclusive hotels. While at the Dorchester in Park
Lane, she was approached by a man in the bar.
‘I was sitting with my
laptop, minding my own business when I was propositioned,’ says former
model Michelle, who this week launched her latest brand called Bra
Queen. ‘It was embarrassing. I wasn’t wearing anything provocative.’
Happily
married mother-of-three Michelle, who once employed Helena Christensen
to model for her company, Ultimo, had been waiting to meet her new
signing, TV’s The Only Way Is Essex discovery, Amy Childs. Michelle
chose Amy to be the ‘face’ of Bra Queen in a lucrative deal with Tesco,
and said of the incident: ‘We both had a good laugh about the man at the
bar.’
Birthday girl: Christian with wife Emily
Sweet suite for Candy girl
In a lavishly romantic gesture, multi-millionaire property developer Christian Candy whisked his wife Emily and 30 of her close friends to Paris on an all-expenses-paid trip for her 30th birthday.
Christian, who with his brother Nick owns a prestigious portfolio including luxury London flats One Hyde Park, delighted in surprising his wife and her pals who included singer Bryan Ferry, his PR girlfriend Amanda Sheppard and party girl Astrid Harbord.
Emily — who first met Christian on a blind date — and the party travelled first class on Eurostar before being booked into the £800-a-night Mandarin Oriental hotel for the entire weekend.
The celebrations included being whisked around the French capital in a fleet of vintage 2CVs with a private tour of the Louvre and a trip up the Eiffel Tower.
An astonished partygoer exclaimed: ‘Absolutely everything was paid for, every drink, every dinner and breakfast.’
Tarrants caught by phone-hacking scandal
The growing list of phone-hacking victims includes Chris Tarrant and his former wife, Ingrid, who at the start of their much-publicised marital troubles, had a knock on their door from two Scotland Yard detectives, I learn. Ingrid, who received a multi-million pound settlement from Tarrant, tells me that, at the time, neither of them thought much about the Old Bill’s visit to their marital home in Surrey.
‘They didn’t call it phone hacking or mention the News Of The World,’ says Ingrid. ‘They just said our names had appeared on a file they had of various people’s phone numbers.’ Adds Ingrid, who had mistakenly blamed a friend for leaking personal information about her: ‘It’s only now I realise we must have been hacked.’
Paris bound: Anouska
Anouska to join Left Bank
Less than a year after breaking up with her long-term love, Anouska Beckwith is off to pastures new in Paris.
Anouska, 21, daughter of socialite Tamara Beckwith, was heartbroken after splitting up with boyfriend Xan Morgan, vice-president of waste water treatment company Bluewater Bio, who is based in Saudi Arabia.
But Anouska will not be alone in the French capital, as her friend Tom Guinness, the son of Lord Moyne, also lives there.
Says a friend: ‘She is going to do a photography course in Paris for a year, but Anouska has been telling friends that this is it, she sees it as a permanent move.’
A former face of lingerie brand Pussy Glamore, Anouska threw a leaving party at her flat in Chelsea the other day.
‘It was a bad break-up, so this is a fresh start for her,’ adds a chum. ‘She lived in LA with her mother for years, so this is something different. She loves that Parisian bohemian style.’
British Olympian helps the Swiss
Former Olympic hurdler Colin Jackson has
been signed up to advise Switzerland’s 2012 hopefuls. But Cardiff-born
Jackson, tells me: ‘I feel like I am betraying our country, because I’m
giving advice to a rival team. They had better not beat any of our lot,
or I’ll be in big trouble.’
PS Having given up his solitary playboy lifestyle and allowed glamorous engineer Susan Nilsson, 20 years his junior, to move in with him, TV interrogator Andrew Neil has decided to start a family. Alas, it is not with the lovely Susan.
The This Week presenter wants to find a mate for his golden retriever Jimbo, aged four, and breed puppies from him. ‘My other dog, Sandy, is a very old labrador and so blind she can’t see him,’ says Neil, who is yet to propose to Swedish-born Susan with whom he has been sharing a duvet for more than a year.
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Apart from the fact that she is classy and and has a good career ahead of her, Chelsy Davy is no fool, and no doubt realizes that she would become a social pariah if she ever consented to a kiss-and-tell book.
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Good for her -someone with some class. Seems all that kind live across the sea. Here in US the name of the game is getting 15 minutes, greed and fame.
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I’ve left a few comments…havent seen them..here goes again. WHY on earth would chesly dig dirt on a royal? its foolish, stupid. etc. it would be a huge backlash…yet by teh public knowing she’s an angel who kept her mouth shut, she’s quite fantastic………its all stupid, but selling aint it.
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She comes from wealth and seems poised to make a good deal of money on her own. Why should she lower herself to dishing on Harry and Company? It seems they remain firm friends and maintaining a friendship with Harry over the coming years will undoubtedly pay off far better, in social ways, than some tawdry tell-all that is here one day and gone the next while leaving her looking bad for years. She is not a stupid girl. And good for her realizing that she could not cope with life in a gilded cage and both of them recognizing that it was time to call it quits if that was the case.
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Anyone with TRUE CLASS would not put out a book about private matters.
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Because she is a true lady.
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The Young and The Restless
November 13, 2011 by admin
Filed under Lingerie Events
Recently, I got a text message from my editor. It was a picture of a flyer advertising for single’s night hosted by Susie Cupid. Are You My Person was written in bold letters above a picture of Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman holding each other tenderly. Oh, romance! The marketing totally appealed to me; I mean, really, who doesn’t love Casablanca?
Initially, I was afraid that the event wouldn’t appeal to a young crowd and I’d end up at a “seniors’ night,” but in the spirit of being open to possibilities, specifically the possibility that my soul mate also loves classic films and the fear that I wouldn’t have anything to write about this week, I signed up. Of course, I wasn’t about to drive to Dockside on the Branford shoreline alone; I made Boss Lady and T come with me. Dating is, if nothing else, a team sport.
When we walked in the door, Susie Cupid handed us each a string of Mardi Gras beads. They were part of an icebreaker game in which the object was to earn as many beads as possible by getting people to say, “no.” When I heard how the game worked, I rolled my eyes – getting guys to say no is not my problem. Still, I went for an easy kill: I asked Boss Lady how we were supposed to get beads. She said, “By getting guys to say NO,” and looked at me like I was dumb. I laughed and demanded her beads. Unsporting, I know, but all’s fair in love and war.
The girls and I took in the scene, trying to figure out which beads to go after first. We were the youngest people in the room by at least a decade – two in most cases. Still, I found a few prospects – a miserable looking dude in a brown hoodie and a cutie in a striped shirt.
I quickly called dibs on the guy in the striped shirt and T said, “Um, I don’t think he’s here for the dating thing.” Unfortunately, she was right. He was eating dinner with his grandfather and left immediately after scarfing down a plate of fish and chips.
As I shifted my attention to Brown Hoodie Dude, the event organizers called everyone into the front room to play a game. I quickly finished my glass of wine and joined the crowd, trying to figure out where to best position myself for maximum exposure to Brown Hoodie Dude. He was nowhere in sight. A flash of brown caught my attention outside; he was sprinting through the freezing rain to his car. He never looked back.
I could tell T was planning a similar escape, but I wasn’t ready to give up on the night. I scanned the room and saw two ladies drinking Appletinis. They looked like they were having fun so I decided to get an Appletini of my own.
I walked up and toasted both ladies to their brilliant idea. They laughed and introduced themselves. Since I hadn’t had dinner and was quickly working through my second drink, I’m pretty sure I blurted out my entire life story to include some personal and embarrassing details, maybe or maybe not involving my recent online dating horror story. When our glasses were empty, we decided to get another round and find some menfolk to talk to.
A new drink in hand, it was time to strategically position ourselves around a little table and look approachable.
In the spirit of being “approachable,” the Boss Lady loudly alluded to the fact that I like older men. On cue, a silver-haired stud was at my side. I shot her the look of death, looked at him and said, “Um, sorry, not really. I like young dudes. But, not like illegally young or anything. You know?” Charming, right?
The Silver Fox walked away without another word. An older man dating a younger woman isn’t that uncommon and may even be one of the secrets to our evoluntionary success, according to ABC News. Still, I aim for 30-year-olds (plus or minus 5 years).
My eyes frantically darted around the room, desperately seeking someone who could reminisce about Fraggle Rock, the rise and fall of Crystal Clear Pepsi, slap bracelets and pogs. I needed to find someone young enough to have had their Tamagotchi taken away by their 5th-grade teacher.
That’s when I saw The Goatee. I wasn’t wearing my glasses, but I sensed I’d found the only guy in the room who might remember listening to Savage Garden on the American Top 40 Countdown with Casey Kasem. I smiled.
The Goatee and his friend responded favorably to my subtle nods, waves and shouts of, “HEY YOU!” and I soon found myself in a mixed group with one thing in common – empty stomachs! It was time to move the party to Eli’s for wings.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that neither The Goatee nor his friend were my Person. Not only were their two combined ages more than Boss Lady, T’s and mine combined, they had kids, ex-wives and memories of a world in which music videos did not exist. I’m pretty sure the feeling was mutual since I was in an especially loud and goofy mood. They probably felt like they were babysitting. Still, we were all just out to have fun, and we were having fun, even though no one wanted to admit it.
I certainly didn’t find my Person at Dockside, but I had a great time talking to people. I find at these events, everyone needs an excuse for going. No one wants to say that they are actually looking for their right “Person,” even though that’s exactly who we are all seeking. The most common excuse I heard on Single’s Night was, “I’m here with a friend” – a statement in which “against my will” is implied. My excuse was, “I’m a dating columnist, on assignment” with the sentiment of, “my editor made me go” implied. I said it seriously, as if I sometimes I get shot at while on a writing assignment just like those reporters in Iraq.
This is Maureen Dixon, live from the dating scene trenches in the greater New Haven area signing off.