Monday night. I repeat Monday evening and it's raining. Whilst the rest of world is trudging home from work for a pizza I'm officially living in the pages of US Weekly.
It's always slightly surreal to enter the darkened spaces of a catwalk show (and especially when you see confused security guards refusing to let Mario Testino into the VIP room) and even stranger when only one hour later you're transported to a red carpet for some A-list interview action.
I hate to be the one to pop the glamour bubble though - but despite it not being an ordinary Monday in any sense of the word, as I stood on the red carpet surrounded by screaming photographers, limos, the world's press and glasses of champagne - life's to-do list still managed to make an appearance. Although you'd think sleeping with a rockstar/actor/model might be top of my priorities in this type of job, you'll find weirdly when interviewing the A-list the opposite tends to happen.
Mid-way through an interview with A-lister Orlando Bloom my boyfriend calls me to ask where the aspirin is - before interviewing Mario Testino and after speaking to Scarlett Johansson I make a mental note to collect my new bankcard. In between Peaches Geldof and Eva Herzigova I notice my manicure is in need of some repair and after telling model David Gandy he arrived late to the party, I remember I've also forgotten to call my mum for a week.
Yes, you may take the girl and her to-do list out of the office and onto to the red carpet but you can’t take the to-do list out of the girl.
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