I met the sequined darling of British fashion, Julien Macdonald, whilst on holiday.
It was just before Christmas in Gran Canaria in the mid nineties. This little Welsh bloke was staying at the same complex as me, but we'd never spoken other than to say hello. One night I was having dinner with two Americans, and the little Welsh bloke was on the next table in a restaurant.
Over brandies, after dinner we got chatting.
Me- 'So what do you do Julien?'
Him (In a thick Welsh accent. Think Ruth Maddoc.)-'I make frocks, I do'.
Me (Thinking by now he must have a market stall at Camden Market.)-'Oh, I'm in fashion, where do you sell them?'
Him- 'Mainly in Harrods, Browns and Harvey Nichols.'
Me- 'Are you that Julien Macdonald who has just designed the clothes for the Spice Girl's farewell tour, and that knicker showing jobby for Kelly Brook?'
Him- 'I am.'
Me (Laughing)- 'Way to go Taffy.'
Him- 'You up for clubbing?'
Me- 'Way to go Taffy.'
We've been friends ever since, and through knowing him was the reason I pole danced with Kate Moss, let Naomi Campbell get in a fight for a cab for us to share, and other sordid backstage stories too rude to print.
