FILM Oh, please don't, please don't, please don't.” Ensconced between the plush furnishings, Churchill biographies and crystal decanters of Mayfair's 5 Hertford Street, Emerald Fennell is frozen, mortified, a cheese straw halfway to her mouth. “I am just not a serious figure.”
You see, I've brought up a carefully repressed memory. Back in 2007, the same month the first iPhone launched, Fennell – then an English student polishing her thesis on “incest in modern drama” at Greyfriars College at Oxford – posed for a feature in Tatler. The issue – fronted, improbably yet gloriously, by Lindsay Lohan – honed in on that year's notable Oxford graduates. There, in among the requisite Guinnesses and Von Bismarcks, is a 20-year-old Fennell, “frequently found singing along to 90s megamixes”, posing in a mirrored…