This time yesterday we were getting very excited about the fact that we were going to go to Liz McClarnon’s (yes, her who was once in Atomic Kitten) 30th (yes she is that old) birthday party.
We’d brushed our hair and everything. So imagine our horror when we got there and despite having an invite were told by the PR that we would have to remove our wrist bands given to us just minutes before. Were we not good enough? What was actually going on inside that we weren't allowed to see?
Things only got worse. We were made by the PR to sit by an escalator. Perhaps she was worried that we might get over-excited and throw a cake on Liz’ head or something, or start trying to hump Alex Reid's leg. Who knows, we obviously can't be trusted in the presence of such celebrity gods.
The only saving grace? Whilst the PR gave us NO help (thanks very much) in stopping or speaking to celebrities, which was funnily enough the only reason we were there, they did kindly offer to do some vox pops for us. Yep, you read right - some vox pops. Obvs, we really wanted to know how other non-famous’ felt about being invited to what was surely, for them, the event of the year.
This amazing showbiz shindig attended by the other two not as famous as Kerry members of Atomic Kitten and Caprice was held at north London restaurant Shaka Zulu which the PR was really hoping we’d give some coverage too.
Sadly we’d love to give it a glowing review of the food and drinks menu but as we haven’t reached the dizzying heights of z list fame we never actually sampled any of it.
So there we were all dressed up with nowhere to go … so we went to the pub. That ladies and gentlemen is the glamorous life of a celebrity journalist.
P.S Hope you had a nice birthday Liz, guess we'll have to post your card now eh?