There was an interesting debate today, the second reading of the Bill to change the succession to the throne, so that the oldest child succeeds, regardless of gender, and to end the bar on marriage to a Catholic. Some peers also raised the issue of hereditary titles and the property that may attach to them also descending to the oldest child, not the oldest son. In a lighthearted aside, Lord Lucas speculated on whether titles matter any more. He reminisced that when his wife, not using the noble title, tried to book a table at the very well known celebrity London restaurant, the Ivy, she was told they were full. But when she tried again in the name of the peer, she got a table.
That reminded me of how my former secretary tried every year to get a table at the Ivy for the day of my daughter’s birthday. Every year we were turned down, even when we phoned 3 months ahead. I thought that when I become a Dame, as I did a few years ago, that would do the trick. That did not help either. Exasperated, my secretary said, “But she is a Governor of the BBC!” Reply from The Ivy, “She can go on the waiting list for a table at 5.30″ on the wrong day.
When we finally got there, courtesy of some help from others, there was not a celebrity to be seen. The food was nothing special and the guests weren’t very smart either. Ah well.