Okay so I have done interviews before, but this was my first for HTF and I was pretty nervous. I didn’t want to say or do anything to embarrass myself (or the magazine!) so I made sure I was 100% prepared for it.
I am a very clumsy person. I embarrass myself at least once a day. Like just the other day I was shopping in Sainsbury’s when I accidently knocked loads of apples off the shelf and they made a huge crash and everyone stared at me. It is within my nature, to humiliate myself. It’s just who I am.
But one thing I didn’t want to do was do it in front of a celebrity. Although my first interview was with Revoker, their big but they’re still fairly unknown at the moment. I was absolutely bricking it.
So I went all day without my embarrassing moment of the day. And I was on the train to Reading hoping and praying for a good interview.
My plan was simple. Get out of the train station, straight in a taxi, and straight to the venue. That way I can’t get lost. But no, in Reading, if you want to get anywhere, you have to walk, as all the taxi services turned me down and said it was round the corner.
Round the corner my cheese is it! For those of you who do not know where the Face Bar in Reading is, I can assure you it was not round the corner from the station.
So after twenty minutes of stumbling around Reading, asking bouncers in front of a strip club where to go, we found the venue.
The band was amazingly friendly, and my nerves went straight out the window. The interview took place upstairs in this GIGANTIC room which was probably the biggest waste of space I had ever seen. It was the size of half a football pitch, and would be a great spot for a gig. But the gig was downstairs in the back room which was the size of a closet.
So the interview went well and I hadn’t embarrassed myself yet. But all was not lost as after the show I picked up my stuff and my photographers bags and met him outside.
“Ready to go?” I asked and gave him his stuff.
“Is this your scarf?” he replied with a curious look on his face.
I had picked up a Burberry scarf which was on the table and I thought it was his. Turns out it wasn’t and I had accidently stolen it from the venue!
So we put the scarf back inside on a random table and hoped no one saw.
Sometimes, I surprise myself with my own stupidity.