Fatman Scoop, brace-on-brace action and an ocean of rara skirts: like Lord Cameron, I attended The Feathers Ball – and this is exactly what happened

Seventy years ago, The Feathers Ball was born: a rite of passage for up-and-coming prime ministers, soon-to-be Queen’s sons and all of high society lucky enough to secure a ticket. Features editor Annabel Sampson recalls a wide-eyed, clammy night featuring ambulances, WKDs and plenty of ‘snogging’ at the Hammersmith Palais two decades ago…