Good news, Cocktail Girl fans: got spotted AGAIN, this time in Café Nero, Kilburn High Road. (What was I doing skulking about such a lowly postcode? Don't even ask. Just trust me when I say I was slumming it to fashionable ends.) The man charged with making my skinny latte said: 'Are you a writer? I think I saw you on Channel 4 last week.' I confirmed that I was indeed, and furthermore that that was definitely me on the telly, then pretended to be humble while he ground my Arabian Mocha Java and was clearly overcome by my fragrant and fabulous proximity.
In the grand scheme of people recognising the Cocktail Girl, it wasn't quite as fabulous as the time the handsome youth working behind the fashionable sandwich stall on Portobello Road greeted me 'But you're the Cocktail Girl!'; although it was definitely better than the time the man in the specialist wine shop told me how much he hated me. Hey ho. Fame is a double-edged etcetera.
