STELLA, DARLING, IT’S JUST A FROCK

TINg- a- ling- a- ling! Hark, the silver bell of privilege tolls for thou, Mistress Stella McCartney, the struggling seamstress who made Meghan’s gown for her evening wedding reception.

Here she is on the BBC, talking utter baubles — fash-rubbish about how her dress was the duchess of Sussex’s last chance to ‘reflect the joy and the human within her’ before becoming a member of the Royal Family.

Stella darling, it’s only a frock. as she waffled on about the end of Meghan’s life as she knew it, many must have wished that Sir Pau l McCartney’s daughter might put a sock in it. Preferably one of her own overpriced £45 ‘donkey socks’ from her range adorned with donkeys and ‘inspired by summers at the English seaside’.

To be fair, they have been reduced to £23 per pair on her website, but are available only in tiny sizes. does anyone know a dwarf who might be a bit of an ass?

Sally Bercow is ordering a pair for hubby as we speak. Meanwhile, Stella opened a new shop in London this week, which was a chance for celebrity pals like Mossy and Kylie to give her a hand up — cos she needs it.

‘I think it’s quite rare to have a woman designer with her name on the door,’ said dopey Stella, conveniently forgetting Coco Chanel, Victoria Beckham, Vivienne Westwood, donna Karan, Miuccia Prada, diane Von Furstenberg and Margaret Howell, to name a few, who all have shops within a five-mile radius of hers.

Tinkle tinkle, till next week.