At 11.30am I got sent an e-mail with an invite to a press event about Oats. I was kindly asked to go there and do a little interview with the celebrity chef Nick Nairn.
Ha! I can do that. I am almost a professional journalist.
Ah hang on… the press event had started 2 hours ago and I needed to get a quote on peppers. Not oats. Well I could mention oats but I really needed a quote and preferably a recipe with peppers. There was my taxi, off you go madam. The man is going to think I am a nutter.
Great, as I walk in all the presentations have finished and lunch is served to the little group in the test kitchen. Nick is sitting in the middle talking to an older lady. The lovely PR guy says that people have been in and out all the time and somehow I don’t believe him. But I want to believe him. That is the most important thing.
I get plunked at the head of the table “Hi guys, I’m going to join you for lunch…” and end up talking with a group nutritionists who are all networking. I feel shambolic. I try to be polite and conversational but might have laughed a little too loudly when one of the ladies complained she felt like grandma when she walked into a known quirky new company’s office… Oops, sorry it just seemed ridiculous. But then… MIRACLE OF MIRACLES I am pointed to help myself to lunch and one of the things being served is:
A RED PEPPER STUFFED WITH OATS AND NUTS!
I am saved! Now I only need to wait until Nick is free. I decide to make the best of my time, chat a little to the owner of this cookery place (they do courses if anyone is interested) and wait my turn. When I am shameless hovering to jump on Nick as he is rounding up with another press lady, the nutrionist I spoke to earlier thinks I want to interview her. Argh! How to say this politely? Nick is getting up, my eyes shift, the lady notices,this is getting awkward, argh, then she lets me go because she thinks I need to go back to the office and I need to speak to Nick.
When we sit down, I introduce myself and decide to be honest: I missed the presentations, I loved the lunch and I need to speak to him about peppers. Not oats. No. Sorry.
He is great about my predicament. Thinks it all very amusing. Gives me a long quote on peppers, how he loves them, a few quick recipes, makes sure I got everything I need and offers to sign the cookbook you get in the presspack. He then proceeds to sign everyone’s book, with my pen. Which I have lost by the end.
It doesn’t matter. When I am on my way back to the office I feel slightly less shambolic and have a new crush:
Nick Nairn = Legend