Not that long ago Kate Winslet fell foul of the world’s press when she made a bit of a fool herself by – to use the Norn Irish vernacular – gurning her lamps out at the Golden Globe film awards in a swanky Los Angeles hotel. After winning a much sought after gong, she proceeded to blub, puff and gush her way through an acceptance speech in which she thanked everyone from each of her fellow nominated stars to her husband to quite probably her childhood pets. Of course, it wasn’t the first time this has happened at such a ceremony – in the past Gwyneth Paltrow, Halle Berry and countless others have all broken down onstage when given golden statuettes. Their largely unintelligible babbling about life-affirming roles was only partly obscured by their sniffling and wailing. Continue reading
Here’s hoping you will never be unfortunate enough to find yourself in a supermarket at yawn o’clock…
Imagine me, wandering like a lost waif around the store at the wrong side of dawn. I’m neither bright-eyed nor bushy-tailed, the lights suspended overhead are blinding, and the whole place smells of fruit and cleaning product. Not a perfume combination I would recommend. Continue reading
I’ve met a great deal of rich and famous people through my job. That’s more a statement of fact than an act of bragging. Whether I’m doing demonstrations for Aga in celebrity homes, or attending well to do (and occasionally very boring) cocktail parties, I’ve rubbed elbows with most of the folks whose perfect faces grace the cover of premium publications and gossip rags every week. If you had told me when I was an impressionable teenager that in years to come I would be hobnobbing with television presenters and pop stars, I would have laughed in your face. And then my mum would have scolded me for being rude.