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SUNDAY TIMES
10th January 1999
- "Yeah" - the Meg Mathews column"
- You wouldn't think that Noel and I could still be star struck about anyone, but while we were staying in the French Alps we bumped into Zindeine Zidane, the hero of the victorious French World Cup team (the Gallic equivalent of Michael Owen) and who now plays for Juventus. Despite the fact that Noel has yet to recover from the shock of England's premature exit from the competition, we were transformed into goggle-eyed groupies.
- Back home in the country over the New Year, former Scary Spice Mel G came round to swap presents. Her mansion is only about 15 minutes away, which comes in handy when I run out of Fendi croissants. She is heavily pregnant, but didn't seem at all nervous about giving birth. As we sat by the fire eating mince pies, with me saying that I wished I could knit and Mel undoing her combats to be more comfy, it really did seem a very long way away from the country house shenanigans chez Mick and Marianne.
- Anna Friel (I suppose she is today's Julie Christie) was also staying, and she had us in stitches regaling us with stories about her new life as a starlet in Los Angeles. She is over there making a film, and has perfected a seamless American accent, despite that she has only been hanging out with fellow Brits. (Apparently, when Brookside was shown over there it needed subtitles.)
- We woke up the other morning to the sound of screamimng outside. I immediately thought it was a resourceful Oasis fan, but as Sarah, my assistant, and I dashed out onto the lawn, we spooted a small doe fawn bobbing in the middle of the lake. She must have been chased onto the ice, which then broke. Sarah plunged in up to her waist and rescued her. It was like watching Bambi come to life, and as we tried to warm the deer up, she ran off into the woods. I'm just waiting for the call to be on one of those pet rescue programmes, with me charging around in a corduroy jacket telling people off.
- I will file this column next week from beneath a palm tree - I can't reveal where we're going yet, as I have been caught topless by the paparazzi too many times. My mum has to put black bars over my boobs before my gran reads the papers. In preparation for my exotic holiday, I've dyed my hair platinum blonde again. It's not that I don't think I have enough fun - despite the mince pie episode - it's just that I feel more co-ordinated when my hair matches my credit card.
c 1998 Andrew Turner
aturner@interalpha.co.uk
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