Don’t know about you guys, but I will be spending my holiday with a supermodel. My husband was ‘scouted’ one morning recently while sitting in his car talking to a client on the phone (in his other life, before he was famous, he was an architect). He noticed a young woman hovering around, trying to get his attention. He is a lovely man, but even so, this is not a common occurrence.
‘I thought she was someone I knew, but couldn’t remember her name,’ he says. So he extended the call as long as he could, trying to place her and hoping she would give up and move on without him actually having to say hello. But when the call ended, there she still was, waiting patiently.
And he didn’t…
