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Liz Hurley’s Moving Feast

by | 14th, March 2007

After Liz Hurley’s Henna Night…

DAY two of the latest leg of Liz Hurley’s wedding to Arun Nayar and we are on a magical mystery tour.

Where are we heading to? Are we off to Arun’s native Leeds for a slap up meal of Yorkshire pudding and hand-mushed peas?

Not yet. We should not get ahead of ourselves. It’s day two so it must be a trip to the Nagaur Fort in the desert.

A mere two hours drive by super executive delux bus from Jodhpur, negotiating so many camels, buses, lorries and signs advertising “Overtaking leads to the undertaker”, the party arrives.

“I was simply terrified,” says David Furnish, Elton John’s partner. “But when I got there I was certainly in the mood for a party.”

After so many near death experiences, a celebration of life is well called for.

And the locals are out in force to join the fun. The gates are besieged. The Army stands guard. Guests battle though. And they are rewarded with a ride on camel rickshaws.

And then to a tent. There are 100 “safari-style” tents in all. And each comes with a toilet and shower.

There is a flag attached to each roof. It is a service flag. Guests are invited to raise the red flag should they need anything, like a hotel room, a flight back to the main wedding camp and a lawyer.

Incidentally, Hello! notes that the 12th Century fort never fell to the British Army during the time of empire. Who would have dared suppose that what the bullet and the bayonet could not achieve, the bride and so much magazine money could?

And so the fort is transformed into an “Anglo–Indian pleasure palace”. There’s a military band. A line of flaming torches. There are carpets of bright red peppers.

For the umpteenth time, the band strike up for Here Comes The Bride, and Liz and Arun arrive. There’s a meal of curry and, in clear tribute to Arun’s roots, spiced peas.

A curtain is raised. And Liz is leading a dance troupe of some of her female friends, including Trinny ‘The Tranny’ Woodall, Janet ‘Street’-Porter, the ubiquitous Tania Bryer and more.

“We were all gibbering with nerves,” says Liz. “I was convinced I’d forgot it, or fall off the stage or something.”

But the dance goes on. The men in the audience unleash “peacock squawks”. “Even the Indian women [out of shot]…agreed that it was a spectacular Indian debut performance.”

Then Arun joins the dancing, dressed in a silver and white tunic, silvery-white shoes and on one foot a blue sock of a type seen in more prosaic clothes shops. Elizabeth swoons into his arms. (Did she see the sock?)

“I danced until four in the morning and fell asleep in my tent in full make-up and jewellery,” says Liz, just an ordinary girl at heart…

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