by EM RUSCIANO
Yesterday I was to interview Lara Bingle of “Being Lara Bingle” fame.
I wanted to be proper about this, so I downloaded a dictaphone app, sharpened a grey lead and researched (read: looked at wikipedia) the intriguing blonde who appears to have grabbed the nation by the special area.
I sat by my phone and waited….
I felt a little nervous and a lot thankful that the glamorous model couldn’t see me sitting in my bed wearing a stained purple terri towelling dressing gown from Le Kmart and a pair of owl patterned PJ bottoms that had definitely seen better days.
I waited…
I already knew Lara was looking effortlessly chic as she had posted a photo of her outfit on Instagram that morning.
I waited…
I wondered if we would have an instant rapport or if she would be apprehensive, given her treatment by the public and some media outlets over the past week.
I waited…
45 minutes after her people were meant to call my people (me, I’m my people.. It’s just me.) I started to realise the interview just wasn’t going to happen.
Balls.
It was to be for this very website. For you, the Mamamia readers, to reflect upon and perhaps even enjoy…