I was at a perfectly civilized lunch yesterday for Made in Dagenham, conversing with the wonderful Miranda Richardson, when we all raised a glass to toast the movie.
Upon this dramatic gesture, my chair — which had felt a little bit wobbly when I first parked my butt on it — totally collapsed, and I fell to the ground, wondering if maybe I shouldn’t have eaten the entree.
“Was the chair rigged because I’m a man?” I cracked, since this is a movie, after all, about women demanding their rights.
But after the initial humiliation, I wasn’t all that upset about it, since I figured it would make a great Page Six item — and it did!