The camera adds ten pounds
October 1, 2008
Back in the day I used to enjoy going on TV. I’d roll out of bed at some ungodly hour, get taxi’d to the studio and have coffee in the green room watching the real celebs come and go. I once stared at some old bloke for ages and missed my opportunity to ask Peter Frampton (for it was he) if he felt like I did. Or something less cliched.
I had a lovely chat with Wolf Blass once. That’s really his name! And the PM and I traded tight comments while in make-up (actually I barged in while she was talking to an advisor. Hey, I didn’t know) and her police detail were always interesting to chat to. They would get asked to carry the First Among Handbags from time to time. Always a classic.
These days it’s a horror, oh it’s a horror. I don’t mind the subject matter (well, I do but that’s my job) but the visuals are too disturbing for words.
Who did eat all the pies?