I have been smiling manically for five hours, pretending to be cool and confident. I sit in the car, James Blunt sings something about no tears and this is apparently my cue to melt into uncontrollable sobs. My make-up runs everywhere and I scare a mad French pedestrian off the road. The interview is over.
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
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