Hand Cream with SPF – Why so rare?
True story – I was once turned down for a freelance writing job to go and try out Madonna’s supposed hand treatment. I had […]
Bizarre celebrity encounters
The Walking; Dead
Contrary to what you might think, I didn’t get killed by Juneathon. I actually did keep up the daily exercise challenge for a few days […]
Nicolas Cage is watching you poo
I have a bit of a thing about bad Nicolas Cage movies. If I had my time over I would go to Film School and […]
You’ll never guess who texted me
So it's Saturday night and I'm sat on the sofa, as you do, counting down the days until Doctor Who returns.
And then up pops this text on my phone:
Now, what would you make of that?
John Barrowman – the real star of Zero Dark Thirty
Controversial Bin Laden-hunt drama Zero Dark Thirty opens this week. This latest film from Oscar-winner Kathryn Bigelow has attracted criticism because of its depiction of […]
A night out on the peas
Most of the time being a self-emplyed freelancer rocks, but at this time of year it’s seriously lacking in the fun factor. No last day […]
Book review: The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer
Thanks to the help of my bloggy friends, and particularly Deb of Carrots and Kids, I ended up choosing The Immortal Life of Henrietta […]
My 2011 vital statistics
57 – Number of films I watched in 2011. Looking back on the list, a lot of them were quite duff. The Smurf Movie I can […]
That speedboat/Mumsnet mashup in full
As it turned out, my fashion fretting was unfounded, as I was given a delightful jacket to wear on the speedboat, which had […]
Jedward = the new Lady Gaga?
My mum got very excited when I told her I was interviewing Jedward. Turns out they're one of her favourites ("So charming!"). The last time she got this enthusiastic for a pop act was when she wanted a Lady Gaga CD for her 66th birthday.
Having recently met Take That and The Log Lady from Twin Peaks, I thought I could handle a strange celebrity encounter.
But could I handle Jedward? As it turns out, almost not.
When I arrived at the interview venue, the pavement was lined with girls waiting for them to arrive. One mum told me she'd come on the 5.30am coach from Birmingham that morning purely so her teenage daughter could follow Jedward around London.
And then – a tuft of hair and there he was: