What I’ve always thought about when I’ve slept with a famous man is what he might be able to do to help my career. I’ve never cared if what’s dangling before my eyes is a worm, caterpillar, slug, or boa constrictor – can he get me on the telly or sell my script?
Tag: Donald Trump
He was probably that kid at parties who won the final prize during Pass the Parcel, because the adults had to fix it to stop him throwing a sulk when he lost.