ou might have spotted some added swagger in my step recently, or maybe a minor improvement in my posture. Well here’s why – last Wednesday royal fingers finally twiddled with my lapel and officially stuck on the MBE. My mum too is now formally be-medalled and signed up. It was glorious.
When the email first came through koreancupid complaints from the Lord Chamberlain (or the Under-groom of the Backchamber or somesuch), it actually went straight through to my a quick double-check before deleting (I don’t want to miss any important messages about unexpected inheritances or enlargement pills).
That was when I noticed it looked pretty official – in fact, what with the multiple references to HMQ, I assumed I’d been summoned for speeding.
But I hadn’t: they’d offered me a gong for Holocaust education and awareness. I still thought it might be a mistake, but then the phone rang and mum told me she was getting one too.
Suddenly, it all made much more sense. In truth, I felt like a bit of an imposter in getting this honour. I’ve only managed to do what I have because of my platform – one I’ve been lucky enough to get through a certain amount of celebrity. My mum, however, has invested decades into her work at the 45 Aid Society. It was set up originally for the refugees who came to the UK seeking respite after being orphaned by the Shoah – and now, due to her and her colleagues, it’s become a vital global resource for Holocaust education.