Never had any regrets, but have loads of cringe worthy nights out...if I was the sort of person who gave a damn, and was capable of cringing.
Telling Kylie she was like a little doll, and pushing her so hard she nearly fell off the sofa.
Waving to the paps as I arrived at an after show party, who were really shouting for Martine McCutcheon. Though 'Martine, over here' in a cock-er-ney accent does sound a little like my name.
Having to share a car with Naomi Campbell after a show at the Dome, when she marched to the front of the queue, and a bit of a tussle ensued, as various members of the fashion press tried to stop us.
Though it wasn't always connected with my former life as a fashion ho.
Once went into a really rough boozer in South London with three Sloanes, real ones, titled, cut glass Hooray accents the lot, and we won their weekly pub quiz, which hadn't been won for months. We were lucky to get out of there alive with all the dosh, and isn't somewhere we ever went back to.
