Five Centres

Hurrah! Autumn's well and truly arrived this week. I'm sick and tired of warm weather. I'm not great in the sun, so to be cool and wear jumpers is a dream to me. I much prefer winter clothes. I might even find more time to do a bit more blogging.

But really, like keeping a diary, it's hard to find something interesting to say. What have I been up to this summer? Well, I've been really busy with work, I've been the de facto host of a major awards ceremony, which takes up a lot of time to organise. It was a success though. Those Ant and Dec fellas are nice boys indeed. Very normal, very charming.

I had a thought about a nasty celeb - Ruby Wax. What a nightmare. She thinks she's above all this publicity lark, as she proved yet again to a colleague of mine, who was interviewing her for her Sky One show that no one is going to watch. She's does clipped, one-word, gum-snapping answers that tell you nothing. She's no idea how to play the game. You'd think she'd be a good interview, seeing as she like the sound of her own voice so much. But surprisingly, that's not the case. I first met her when I worked, briefly, in a wine shop in Holland Park in the summer of 89. I was 'between jobs', and it belonged a friend of a friend, who kindly took me on for a few weeks. I had to drive a van, deliver wine, hump crates, clean the van etc. It was while I was cleaning the van that I realised she lived bang opposite the shop. She had loads of kids and a nanny then. As she walked by I told her I liked her shows and she gave me a big beaming smile and said that was a nice thing to say. So I really liked her - until I actually met her in 1997.

She's got issues. Who'd have guessed?