OASIS Faq
SUNDAY TIMES
22nd November 1998
- "Yeah" - the Meg Mathews column"
- I hit the headlines last week because of the amount of money I was supposed to spend on clothes - £27,000 a month. Yeah, right. One magazine said I could wipe out the Guatemalan national debt with one swipe of my platinum Amex card. The tabloids illustrated this story with pictures of me that were mostly two years old, and in which I was rather perversely wearing a dress from Diesel, a Warhouse dress with a second-hand coat, a Gap jacket and, okay, a Chanel suit, but that had been given to me. In the picture of me and Kate Moss out shopping, I was wearing flip-flops from Marks & Spencer and a cheap sarong! And how better to prove how disposable my income is than to run pictures of me in a paper suit? The fact that I modelled it for an auction in aid of Gilda's Club, which was set up for women with cancer, wasn't mentioned. I wallowed in mussels, chips and beer at Belgo with James Brown - not the former editor of Loaded magazine but hairdresser to the wrld's supermodels, and me! It was James who gave me my new bob. Looking at those old pictures of me, I realise how different I look now. The papers will probably put it down to plastic surgery, but all I did was pluck my eyebrows, honest!
- On Tuesday I woke full of cold with a sore throat. I was at home slurping Lemsip when the kitchen started to fill up with Noel's friends and his brothers, Liam and Paul, who were all going along to watch Man City at Wycombe Wanderers. I managed to drag myself to the party for th film The Nephew instead, held in an Irish pub with gallons of Guinness, Irish dancing and two very wiry Irish wolfhouns as bouncers on the door. Noel turned up looking rather dejected after the match (Man City lost one-nil, oh no!) so we went to drown our sorrows at the Met Bar. So many members of the cast of Emmerdale were there I was worried about my Choos getting muddy. Noel had a bet with Richard, the drummer from Texas, that he could do the rap from Blondie's Rapture. Fifty quid was in the postbox at Supernova Heights the next day - cheers, Richie!
- I woke up with a crashing hangover - okay, so the swirly carpet doesn't help, and our fish can be terribly noisy - so I just kept my head down in the office. Having recovered by the next morning, I spent the day trying to avoid the paparazzi while Christmas shopping with Noel.
- I don't know whay I can't say no, but I'm a sucker for unwanted dogs. Tin Tin is a beautiful black spaniel who might have ended up licking Rolf Harris if I hadn't agreed to take him on. We drove him down to the country to enrol him with thenother dogs - he has finally found his paws. We had fish and chips and mugs of tea, caught up on the soaps and had an early night. We were supposed to go to a party thrown by Richard and Kate Ashcroft of The Verve, but I'm afraid I gave Noel my germs, so we stayed in bed watching footie.
- Back in the swing of things, we drove to see The Final Cut at the London Film Festival starring Sadie Frost and Jude Law, who were both great. And what hugely extravagant outfit did I wear from my alleged wardrobe? An old Vivienne Westwood T-shirt, jeans and fur - as in dog hair, not mink. How glamorous is that?
c 1998 Andrew Turner
aturner@interalpha.co.uk
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