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Primrose Hill?’ asked an over-excited Anna. ‘Isn’t that where all the celebrities live?’
‘Yeah, there’d be a few heads about all right.’
‘Perfect! Take us to that pub that Sadie Frost is always being photographed outside looking shit,’ demanded Anna, without having the decency to ask the group first.
Throwing Maddie a definite glare, she shot, ‘Trust me, it’s cool. All the Primrose Hill set hang out there. Ewan McGregor, Jude Law and Jonny Lee Miller drink there.’
‘Yeah, maybe when they’re not making movies,’ offered Maddie.
‘Can we go, can we go?’ pleaded Anna as she bounced on her seat like a six-year-old.
The perfect host, Jeff asked Charlie to ‘Drive us to Queens, please mate,’ in an adopted English accent, as we all started to rummage in our bags for lippie to reapply.
‘Are you sure you’re not thinking of Billie Piper and Chris Evans looking a little worse for wear sitting outside pubs?’ I asked, convinced she’d got it wrong about Sadie.
‘Oh, probably,’ muttered Anna. ‘But she’s forever being photographed without her make-up on.’
‘OK girls, listen up. I’ll give you the quick guided tour,’ said Jeff, in an attempt to keep us entertained. Coming up here on the left is Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin’s place. Noel Gallagher and Nicole Appleton live just around the corner … down there. And then Jamie Oliver and his missus Jools live just up here, well they used to as far as I can remember.’
Overawed, we sat speechless, mouths open, as if ready to catch flies. Staring at these elegant stucco Victorian houses, with their wide tree-lined paths, was like looking at a movie set. Coming into her own, Anna piped up with some of the worthless knowledge she’d absorbed from the gossip mags.
‘Doesn’t Kate Moss have a pad here too? The paparazzi are always camped outside her place.’
‘Yes, very good,’ praised Jeff. ‘There’s also a great vegetarian restaurant here called Manna, and I’ve heard Moby goes there a lot.’
Trying to be nonchalant Maddie asked, ‘Anyone else?’
‘Wow, you girls are tough to please. Erm, Helena Bonham Carter and Tim Burton live around here somewhere, and as far as I know they filmed parts of
The War of the Worlds
here. So I can only presume Tom Cruise would have stayed in the area.’
‘OK, we’ll give you five out of ten for your tour guide skills,’ I joked, ‘but I think we need to see some of these stars for ourselves.’
Just then our cheeky Charlie livened up again and said, ‘Boys and girls, here we are. This is Queens.’ Hopping out, he opened the door for us and offered us each a hand out.
‘If you see Katie Moss, tell her to stop calling me,’ he teased. ‘I’ve had to change my number three times already.’
Feeling like we were attending a film première, we stood outside the pub, fluffing our hair and plumping up our cleavage as we waited for the boys to follow us. But they didn’t.
Sticking my head back in the car door, I asked, ‘Are you all right?’
But they looked far too comfortable.
Passing me a handful of sterling, Parker shooed me back out, directing me to ‘Go buy the girls drinks. We’ll follow you in.’
Happy to oblige I grabbed the money and ran by the girls laughing, ‘The last one to the bar gets the ugly mate.’
‘Tits out, tummy in.’ Anna winked, and with a massive intake of breath she strode through the heavy door.
It hardly looked like a celebrity hangout, just an average English pub, but, with a quick thought to St Jude, I morphed into a cool diva and prepared myself for an entrance.
Several bottles of Coors Light later and there was no sign of Jude Law, Ewan McGregor, Jonny Lee Miller or even one of Sadie Frost’s young boyfriends. And the mood started to wane just a little.
‘You know it’s Valentine’s Day in ten days,’ mused Anna.
‘What’s your point?’ snapped a disgruntled Maddie.
‘Yeah well, you were dateless last year as well
‘Yeah, there’d be a few heads about all right.’
‘Perfect! Take us to that pub that Sadie Frost is always being photographed outside looking shit,’ demanded Anna, without having the decency to ask the group first.
Throwing Maddie a definite glare, she shot, ‘Trust me, it’s cool. All the Primrose Hill set hang out there. Ewan McGregor, Jude Law and Jonny Lee Miller drink there.’
‘Yeah, maybe when they’re not making movies,’ offered Maddie.
‘Can we go, can we go?’ pleaded Anna as she bounced on her seat like a six-year-old.
The perfect host, Jeff asked Charlie to ‘Drive us to Queens, please mate,’ in an adopted English accent, as we all started to rummage in our bags for lippie to reapply.
‘Are you sure you’re not thinking of Billie Piper and Chris Evans looking a little worse for wear sitting outside pubs?’ I asked, convinced she’d got it wrong about Sadie.
‘Oh, probably,’ muttered Anna. ‘But she’s forever being photographed without her make-up on.’
‘OK girls, listen up. I’ll give you the quick guided tour,’ said Jeff, in an attempt to keep us entertained. Coming up here on the left is Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin’s place. Noel Gallagher and Nicole Appleton live just around the corner … down there. And then Jamie Oliver and his missus Jools live just up here, well they used to as far as I can remember.’
Overawed, we sat speechless, mouths open, as if ready to catch flies. Staring at these elegant stucco Victorian houses, with their wide tree-lined paths, was like looking at a movie set. Coming into her own, Anna piped up with some of the worthless knowledge she’d absorbed from the gossip mags.
‘Doesn’t Kate Moss have a pad here too? The paparazzi are always camped outside her place.’
‘Yes, very good,’ praised Jeff. ‘There’s also a great vegetarian restaurant here called Manna, and I’ve heard Moby goes there a lot.’
Trying to be nonchalant Maddie asked, ‘Anyone else?’
‘Wow, you girls are tough to please. Erm, Helena Bonham Carter and Tim Burton live around here somewhere, and as far as I know they filmed parts of
The War of the Worlds
here. So I can only presume Tom Cruise would have stayed in the area.’
‘OK, we’ll give you five out of ten for your tour guide skills,’ I joked, ‘but I think we need to see some of these stars for ourselves.’
Just then our cheeky Charlie livened up again and said, ‘Boys and girls, here we are. This is Queens.’ Hopping out, he opened the door for us and offered us each a hand out.
‘If you see Katie Moss, tell her to stop calling me,’ he teased. ‘I’ve had to change my number three times already.’
Feeling like we were attending a film première, we stood outside the pub, fluffing our hair and plumping up our cleavage as we waited for the boys to follow us. But they didn’t.
Sticking my head back in the car door, I asked, ‘Are you all right?’
But they looked far too comfortable.
Passing me a handful of sterling, Parker shooed me back out, directing me to ‘Go buy the girls drinks. We’ll follow you in.’
Happy to oblige I grabbed the money and ran by the girls laughing, ‘The last one to the bar gets the ugly mate.’
‘Tits out, tummy in.’ Anna winked, and with a massive intake of breath she strode through the heavy door.
It hardly looked like a celebrity hangout, just an average English pub, but, with a quick thought to St Jude, I morphed into a cool diva and prepared myself for an entrance.
Several bottles of Coors Light later and there was no sign of Jude Law, Ewan McGregor, Jonny Lee Miller or even one of Sadie Frost’s young boyfriends. And the mood started to wane just a little.
‘You know it’s Valentine’s Day in ten days,’ mused Anna.
‘What’s your point?’ snapped a disgruntled Maddie.
‘Yeah well, you were dateless last year as well
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