Breakfast with Judy, Willow and Willow’s friend Olivia. The dog (Arrow) and the Cat (Hodge) are passed out in Willow's bedroom - which is good. I don't have to walk Arrow. Good. Then, at 9.50am, Rufus turns up. We’re off to Sasha’s house. But where is Sasha’s house? Back to Rufus’s to get the address. Doh.We drive up there and, hurrah, Nico’s there. Which was nice, I've not seen him much since arriving in LA, so all go out for a coffee on Laurel afterwards with another girl Emma. I knew Emma’s flatmate Katie. Katie killed herself the week before I came out by throwing herself off an 80ft roof. Horrific. Utterly horrific. I remember her from my last time out in LA... Despite all this, Emma seems incredibly together. I don’t know if I could be.
After the coffee, Emma’s off to look at a home, Nico leaves and Mr R and I finish up. Thing is. I’m hungry. Again. So we head to the Chateau for lunch. Now here’s where I had my Hollywood moment. Finally. I’ve dreamed of this day! As we were walking through the garden, there was a large table of 12 people and two of them went ‘Noam’! It was Justin and Kirsten – the woman I need to meet to sort out the book deal. Meanwhile, Mr R, of course, bumped into some friends. And, finally, we settled into lunch. Which was delicious. A couple came over to say hello to Mr R. It was the man who played Derek in Sunset Beach. How excited was I? Very. And his wife invited me over to dinner when they get back from Australia. I want to tell him that I’ve watched every episode of Sunset Beach. Every episode. But I manage not to and get excited about Sunset Beach. I was. However. I might have been the show's only fan. Anything Aaron Spelling created was fine by me... Sunset Beach. Sigh.
They’re all talking about Claire’s party. Do I know Claire? I don’t know. Do I? "She’s English". "Oh and she had a party last night as she’s gone away". I should know Claire. "Claire’s lovely." That's the talk for about five minutes. Eventually I give in. Who the fuck is Claire? Oh. It’s Claire Forlani and her husband Dougray Scott. Oh! Right. yes. Of course I know Claire. Not. I mean I've seen her on screen but I don't KNOW her. Jesus. But her husband. I’ve actually met him. He lives in Hammersmith and I’ve chatted to him about QPR. That’s about all I can add to the conversation. "Oh you must meet Claire." Well. Stranger things have happened. Maybe Claire and I will be bezzie mates. But. Today. I don’t think so. Perhaps when I write a movie and Claire wants to be in it. Sigh. Hollywood.
Nothing in Mr X’s schedule today. But I still go to the office. As ever. Work. Blah. Work. Blah. Make appointments. Blah. Double check appointments. Triple check appointments. Done.
I pop home and then it’s off to the Four Seasons to meet Tamsin and Ben. They’re over here on holiday, well, Ben’s working. We head to the restaurant for a meal. It’s horribly stagnant. We feel a bit, well, out of place and decide we’d be happier in the hotel room with room service but they’ve brought us bread and we’ve already demolished it and ruined the table cloth (Ben). We eat. Chat. And then head up to the room. Ben’s talking about Mickey Rourke's film The Wrestler.
We get into the lift. Wouldn't you know it? Mickey Rourke, a horrible little dog and a woman all get into the lift with us. We stop talking and exchange glances – it’s Mickey fucking Rourke! Mickey Rourke! I turn to Tamsin. ‘Oooh, you farted’. Tam’s mortified. But Mickey’s too wrapped up into his little dog and horrible woman and pays us no attention at all. Which is odd, as Tamsin's stunning.
After a gossip upstairs in the room, Ben goes to bed and then I head home. Tired. Again. At least there were no Mr X dramas today. A Mr X-free day! Result! I love Hollywood
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