Saturday was Oscar night at Casati, the Isle of Wight’s most welcoming drawing room. What an elegant parade of gowns, sparkles, and vertiginous heels teetered across the (minuscule) red carpet on West Street. It’s such a treat to see a house full of people who’ve really made an effort, sartorially speaking. Not the usual case of glamourous girls buffing up for a night out, accompanied by who-can-be-bothered partners. No, the males of the species were veritable peacocks, resplendent in tuxes, bow-ties, pocket handkerchiefs. Bated breath, of course, for the awards themselves. Nothing so prosaic as Best Actor/Actress/Motion Picture – instead we had Oscars for Fabulosity, Disco Divinity, Text-Dexterity and Blingbombast – altogether more festive qualities. Joseph, as ever, was the quintessential host, twinkling with bonhomie towards new faces and familiar friends alike. Thank you, Casati.