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Gordo's Little Black Dress

For Gordo, Little Black Dress was a mixed blessing; he was looking forward to the party and the ladies but dreading the organisation.

Written by . Published on April 5th 2006.


Gordo's Little Black Dress

For Gordo, Little Black Dress was a mixed blessing; he was looking forward to the party and the ladies but dreading the organisation. He had been asked by the pocket sized beauty Emmy Cortes to help promote the party through his own little black book as well as ManchesterConfidential.com; Gordo agreed on the basis that the Charity to benefit would be his favourite, Nordoff-Robbins Music Therapy.

The Friday evening before the event found Gordo walking over to the Cocoa Rooms in the persistent drizzle to have a swift half with Christian and check up on progress for the following evening; he unwittingly walked into a briefing for the American visitors, about forty or so people; Emmy paid Gordo the compliment of introducing him as ‘the man who persuaded me to bring the LBD event to Manchester’ and invited him to ‘say a few words about Nordoff Robbins and Silver Clef’. Gordo, standing there, rain dripping down his nose, pervert mac steaming whilst desperately trying to stop the Marks and Spencer food bag handles slicing all the way through his hands wasn’t exactly ready for it, but did his best. Mind you it was worth it to meet the two ladies from Zink magazine in New York, a proper grown up magazine; Editor Casey Gillespie and her pal Tiffany Caronia. Wow, is all Gordo can say. It’s a good job these two live on the other side of the Atlantic, no-one would get any sleep.

The photographer was a bit tall...A dinner at Establishment was followed by drinks at Panacea where Gordo introduced the girls to The Mallonator. Gordo is getting lots of complaints from the ladies about The Mallonator being something of a tease. Lets not go there for the time being, eh. True to form The Mallonator was straight into poor old Casey. Mind you, she doesn’t seem to be behind the door when it comes to looking after herself.

The day of the event brought rain, lots of it. Gordo had organised a dinner for his A list over at Zinc. He had tried to get them all organised into going to Harvey Nichols which was a nightmare, so he settled for booking them all onto separate tables at Zinc in case they started buggering about. They didn’t as it happens, Jo Bloxham being a star and arriving bang on time with her pals. Cathy Cunny was with her, fit bird that. Gordo’s sometimes-pal and property correspondent on Property Confidential, Kate Leach, was looking after Gordo’s table with the lovely Lynne Spinoza, discussing the price of property (that Heaton Moor air does something to you I’m sure). Howard Sharrock, partner in crime with Gordo on the Nordoff Robbins front was having an eppy when it turned out that Dave Room wasn’t being let in over at Urbis, so Gordo had to shoot over there fairly sharpish. It was all Gordo’s fault. Arriving in the gaff everything looked awesome. The person who looked mega awesome was Emma Mainoo, PR Gaffer at the restaurant chain Est Est Est. Gordo had to cancel an invite to eat there with Emma a few weeks ago; he needs his head feeling, Emma could have given every professional model there a ten break. He will be on the phone begging this week no doubt.

So much going on during the evening. Probably the worst place to have any fun was in the ‘VIP’ room, a place which readers will know Gordo disapproves of, usually being the most crowded, the most difficult to get a drink in and the most full of knobs. Given the fact that the whole night was an invite only affair Gordo could have been forgiven for thinking that everyone was a VIP. It was the only part of the night that Gordo had any complaint with. Mind you, the Cocoa Rooms had done a good job of fitting it out.

The dresses went down a storm, as did the booze. Emmy Cortez needs to think seriously about turning this into an annual event, it would work well. Everyone got the chance to vote for the best LBD, congratulations to all at Gorgeous Couture, a Manchester firm who beat the likes of Paul Smith and Ben de Lisi; very fitting, so to speak.

Gordo's pal Claire SweeneyPrize for the best promoter of the evening goes to the luscious Claire Sweeney, a self confessed Phillip Armstrong lover; she was battering Gordo and everyone else on the night to bid for the Phillip Armstrong dress, she can definitely come again. She also looked a honey as it happens. One of the more useful celebrities on the night, getting busy on the floor. Gordo loves her.

The after party was down at the Cocoa Rooms where Gordo shared a bottle of champagne with his pal and landlord David Cohen and his wife Karin. Who is a movie queen, it’s as simple as that. Angie Brown was apologising at a business meeting a few days later for simply walking up to Gordo and helping herself to a glass of bubbly; no problem there Angie, Gordo can’t remember! Nick Castle, a pal from well over forty years ago (blimey) was at the table. He doesn’t fire many blanks, let Gordo tell you, his very pretty and good value wife Kaylie is pregnant with the fortieth child.

lbdmodel.jpgOff to Panacea, in the back of one of Bees Knees very large and comfortable Mercedes motor cars. Scouse Tony and his team doing a good job as usual these days on the door. Inside Gordo bumped into his adopted daughter, Ela Star Garside. Ela’s Dad, Jack, one of Gordo’s best pals, when asked for a spell check on Ela’s name, said “I must have been on some f****** heavy coke when I thought that one up”. Given that the rest of the family are named Ezra, Amber, Beulah and Felix, Jack must have been high for an awfully long time. Bless him. Ela was with her partner Michael Brown, the Fulham football player. That tackle was a bit mean the other day, by the way Michael. Naughty.

The night finished with the mighty Kate Leach throwing Gordo over her shoulder and powering her way into the distance.

A man can only do so much.

Far too many pals of Gordo’s to mention, thanks to all of you who came to support the night, a special thanks to everyone who made a bid on the dresses and of course the raffle. We raised well over £15,000.

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