An actor’s life is either feast or famine. For 90 per cent of us too often it’s famine, as our thespian business is vastly overpopulated and competition is fierce. In the past months I’ve had more than five jobs, including a two-week stint on Footballers’ Wives, which, after almost a year of famine, felt like drinking nectar. Talk about glitzy camp! It was a hoot as the girls (and boys) are fully made up, coiffed, manicured and exquisitely dressed to kill, or kick, in the height of chav fashion. Luckily, I played a magazine mogul with stunning wardrobe so I was able to stay away from Burberry ‘Andy caps’ and sequined jeans. Zoe Lucker, who plays the chief bitch Tanya, has to wear two-and-a-half-inch nails for the whole season. ‘How on earth do you wash your hair?’ I asked her. ‘Very carefully,’ she replied.
When Prince Charles and his new bride descended upon NY, good manners went awol at the Museum of Modern Art drinks party given for them by the British consulate.
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