The Salahis were self-promoting socialites who publicised their exploits on Facebook, whereas the true gatecrasher has no motive other than to outwit a bunch of security guards and clipboard Nazis. I'm not quite in the fraternity's Hall of Fame, but I deserve an honourary mention for managing to blag my way into the Vanity Fair Oscar Party in 1994. Admittedly, it was the magazine's first ever Oscar Party and, back then, security wasn't as tight as it is now, but it was no cake walk. I came up with the not particularly cunning plan of pretending to be William Cash, a British journalist whom I knew had been invited because I happened to be staying with him in Los Angeles at the time. He was under strict instructions not to arrive before 11.30pm so the trick was to pitch up close enough to that time to get in, but not so close that I'd actually bump into him standing outside. In the event, I made it with seconds to spare and by far the best part of the evening was watching William remonstrate with the chief clipboard Nazi from my vantage point at the bar. (To read more, click here.)
