I often ask myself ‘why am I not friends with a chef off the telly?’
I am certainly friends with people who love to entertain, people who make a mean cocktail and people who do wonders with smoking and pulling stuff but, sorry, you’re no good to me until you’ve got your own show. The ultimate experience would go something like this:
J: “Alright Fanny, it’s Jamie! What you up to next week, bruv? I’m doing my new show on Spanish food and need some of me mates to pop over and stuff their faces with my loverly grub. You up for it?”
F: “Well, I suppose. I was planning to clean out the cat litter, arrange my CD collection … yeah, why not? Do I have to look hip?”
Many a time has my attention wandered as Nigella glides through her house with plates of food for a group of random people. Are they neighbours being thanked for the inconvience of the film crew traipsing around? Are they friends who are happy to appear on television looking like poshos? Or are they actors? Maybe, in the case of Maria McErlane, they’re all three! I see Maria round Nigella’s ALL THE TIME. How often does she return the favour do you think?
I’ve also spotted a familiar face or two round Jamie’s, playing with the kids or being manly with a barbeque. Maybe Nigel doesn’t have any famous friends. Or any friends.
Oh, go on then Nige – I’LL BE YOUR FRIEND 🙂