Dame Joan Collins, swathed in a baby pink Max Mara coat, black fur hat and silk scarf, sweeps into the restaurant at The Langham, one of London’s swishest hotels, causing heads to turn.
I wonder if I should curtsy? After all, Joan, at 85, is the last of the great glamour girls of Hollywood; her fabulousness is legendary.
“I’m starving – I must have something to eat,” she says, ordering smoked salmon and scrambled eggs. Her fifth husband, Percy Gibson - much more handsome in real life than in photographs - leaves us to sit at the bar while we talk.
Let me say from the outset, for an octogenarian, Joan looks amazing. She’s always claimed not to have had surgery. Her skin is naturally smooth, her face is animated,…
