Day Two

After hearing Katie Price had arrived Stateside for the we went on a wee mission to track her down.
Didn't take long.
First stop The Ivy (a up-market, not as posh as you’d expect, quaint restaurant in Beverly Hills) A bona fide celeb hangout.
Luckily, considering we're not celebrities, and hadn't booked a table, we managed to get a seat a few tables away from Kate and her crew.
Our LA mate asked the maître’d if there was an "opening" for lunch? This code word seemed to work.  
So we waltzed in.
After spending far too much one just three salads, we grabbed Jordon as she left the restaurant, surrounded by a merciless mob of paparazzi braying for the big dollar shot.


Jordan looked really demure, for a change

She looked scared telling us: "It's mental and a bit scary, I really can't stop, I'm jet lagged, been up since 4am and I have to deal with this crap."

It was an eye-opener to see how she lives her life, even in a country where she's not that well known.
She looked genuinely intimated by the wolfish pack shouting and pushing to get a piece of her.

We spent the evening at another affirmed celebrity haunt The Chateau Marmont.
Despite swarming with celebs, this is one of my favourite places in LA.
It's trendy and oozes showbiz charm but is so chilled out. The architecture is magnificent inside and out.
It's hedonistic, glamourous and definitely a place for the A list to get their kicks in private.



Rhys Ifans was working his magic on Anna Friel in the garden area (the best area to chill, and it’s heated) snogging in full view of everyone.
How does he punch so far above his weight? First Sienna Miller… surely it can’t solely be his Welsh charm?
Annoying thing about the Tinseltown celeb watering holes is staff are like mini Hitler’s regarding discretion.
If you even pull out a camera, you get kicked out. And barred.



Not easy for a showbiz journalist reporting on celebrity comings and goings.

Me , Amy and her dog Killer