I found all the hot dads!
A weekend of discoveries.
Holland Park is where it’s at, guys. I went to the playground there on Saturday and felt I was in a very unrealistic episode of Sex in the City. Everywhere I looked, there was another beautiful man. Lots of them looked like they’d stepped straight off a Milanese catwalk, most of them seemed to be alone with their children and every last one of them looked incredibly rich.
One guy, a film star, I’m sure of it, had his Hermès jacket thrown casually over a fence as we swapped notes on our toddlers. When he witnessed me trying and failing to find a nappy bag, he displaced all of his kid’s cutlery in order to give me his ziplock bag. My 14-month-old couldn’t stop smiling at him, such was his golden glow.
Even the granddads were cool. One had on a slogan sweater and recommended the Tim Burton exhibition he’d just seen at the Design Museum. When he moved on, another David Gandy lookalike appeared, in sweatpants and a Lora Piano cap, clutching a coffee, chatty as could be. I’ve never felt more like I was living in an HBO series.