Charlie Wilson's War

Belle de Bengal is my ticket to the world of celebrity. Let this be known.

So it came as little surprise (though with very much excitement), that she informed me that we had tickets for a screening of Charlie Wilson's War.

She hadn't a clue that it was the premiere, or that Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts were due to make an appearance. Fine, because I did.

For purposes of clarity, the thing we did once we'd met is something neither of us are proud of.

We ate a Burger King meal(!) and attempted to make our way to the bit where they let ticket holders in.

Little did I know that, as they accepted us, we'd have to walk the red carpet ourselves.

The part which pains me the most is however, the fact that I walked a red carpet which had previously been graced by Miss Robert's presence, with an empty burger king wrapper.

For a moment I was speechless before the courage entered me to ask if there was a bin anywhere. The paparazzi gave me a look of puzzle which may, on a bad day, be confused for one of disgust. Sigh. If I'd have been them, I'd have snapped the commoner and sold the picture to the Herald Tribune.

Yes, the cinema was lovely, yes, the seats were clean, yes there was a bottle of water for everybody AND a bar of, OMG, Organic Chocolate on our seat arms.

And the film was great. Funny in the right places and a great depiction of a man of whom I knew very little. Tom and Julie did well, playing their parts with verve and interest.

If it wasn't for the Burger King Fiasco, it may have been perfect.