My first surreal-celebrity experience. I was in “Creamcheese Annie”—a vintage store I couldn’t resist, looking at 50s dresses and designer jeans when I turned around and there was a girl who I thought was the spitting image of Nicole Richie. I just smiled and wandered to another rack, and then suddenly the store manager, the owner and the owner’s husband were all there, pulling out Pucci scarves and designer sunglasses, asking “Do you like YSL?” in amongst gushing “Thankyou for coming!” and “I’m such a fan!” (I have to admit, I’ve never really found out what she does, other than feuding with Paris Hilton. But I was heartened to see that “size zero” in the flesh wasn’t, in fact, scary looking .)