Yesterday was a long day.
It began with a sleepy Danny Glover, late for the interview because he'd gone to the wrong hotel, answering Lisa's questions with a glazed over, geriatric air, but coming across as warm, grandfatherly and deeply likeable.
Back to file that then straight to a bunfight of a press conference where a heavily pregnant Angelina Jolie confirmed to the world she is expecting twins. It was the cast and crew of Kung Fu Panda, the latest Dreamworks animation, and most of the big-name cast was there - Dustin Hoffman was belligerent and pseudo-intellectual, Jack Black was annoying (OK, you're unattractive, don't keep trying to compensate by saying everything in a silly voice), and Jolie - well, she was glowing. Everybody said the right things and it was over, on to prepare for more 'panda-monium' at the premiere.
And a Cannes premiere is a special thing. Formal evening dress is compulsory - even jokers like me are forced to squeeze into a bow tie and the stars that grace the red carpet for the most part warrant our attention. Having said that one flame-haired scantily-clad woman at this particular one just stayed there posing for over a quarter of an hour, prompting me to ask an official who she was. "Nobody knows" she replied "We think she's in porn". Classy.
Soon all was forgotten when Angelina and the cast showed up for starters, then she popped off and reappeared for the main course - her and Brad side by side, stroking each other's bumps.
Anyway, it was long and pretty physical amongst the paps, but the day wasn't finished yet. We were off to the GQ party to promote the upcoming Britflick How to Lose Friends and Alienate People.
On arrival, we chatted to Lily Allen about her breasts being all over the British tabloids, and various people about the film. Toby Young, the author of the autobiographical book, was annoying, while Simon Pegg, who plays him in the film, was charming and funny. Mischa Barton posed but didn't stay and chat.
Once the interviews were over, we headed into the party where we were immediately offered vodka in shot glasses made of ice. The guests were a mix of A to Z listers and industry bods, from Harvey Weinstein to that bird who presents the showbiz on GMTV. One news presenter on a major channel was wandering around three sheets to the wind, and it seemed a good time was had by all.
Then we took a taxi back, stayed up editing and filing til 4, then I couldn't sleep until 7. A proper 'nuit blanche' as they call it here, but not in such a good way.
That was yesterday. More about today tomorrow.
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