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Think that’s right. It’s been a crazy couple of days – as mentioned before. Cape Town crazy.

Have lost a bit of my voice, which is not good for radio, but that’s what happens when you try to keep up with Snow Patrol at the Coke Zero Fest. Missioned to Lourensford Wine Estate for the event yesterday. The hour-long drive there was so worth it, though. The backdrop against which some fine bands took to the stage was just breathtaking. When the camera panned across the crowds so that we saw a view of what the artists on stage saw, with the mountains in the background, I thought to myself, this must truly be one of the most scenic places they had ever performed before.

Unfortunately, I missed many of the local acts as I had an interview with Snow Patrol at their hotel. I did get to see the Dirty Skirts and Aking rock out. Heard Cassette and Zebra and Giraffe were on top form. Panic at The Disco played many of their hits off their first album, which has those fabulous little ditties with choruses like “I chimed in with, haven’t you people ever heard of / closing the goddamn door – no!” The diminutive sized band packed a punch.

Oasis were cool enough. And I do mean, cool. Liam Gallagher sauntered on stage and pulled an expression that said, you want some of this, huh? Well, you can’t have any of it. Most of the crowd around me chatted amongst themselves through most of the set – with one guy even relieving himself right there in the crowd, through his cargo pants. When the Brit rockers got onto Wonderwall, the crowd sang in unison. Momentum grew, and the band moved onto Don’t Look Back in Anger and Champagne Supernova. Beautiful.

The darlings of the night had to be Snow Patrol though. They gave everything they had in their performance – just as I heard they did in Joburg. Wow! Lighting, video projections, and most importantly, the heart-fuelled passionate singing of Gary Lightbody. This man wooed Cape Town and had them in the palm of his hands. From the moment the group’s Take Back The City shone up on the screen and the names of all the places they had performed flashed upon the screen – “…and now Cape Town” the band could do no wrong. They played for over an hour – slow-burning ballads, fast-pumping war-cries. With the charismatic Lightbody at the helm of it all. Absolutely LOVED when they did Run and the whole crowd sang the chorus, Lightbody’s face lighting up at the sight. Crack the Shutters, Chasing Cars, and You’re All I Have were other highlights.

Met two band members at the interview – drummer Jonny and the gorgeous Nathan, who seemed to be suffering a little from a cold. Great interview in which they told me their plans to climb Table Mountain and go shark cage diving. Panic at the Disco were also a friendly lot. Spencer showed me photos of the game drive they’d been on – and saw four of the big five.

It seems Miss Ntertainment needed a few days to come down from all the excitement and mad rush of the past few days – tee hee!

The A-list-celeb-filled opening of Sol Kerzner’s One & Only hotel…the CT International Jazz Festival…not to mention spending some time on the set of The Bang Bang Club film in Jozi just before jetting off to the Mother City.

The One&Only…

Ever since Sol Kerzner opened his lavish Atlantis resort in Dubai, this was the next big party on the hotel tycoon’s calendar. So after an early morning flight, I arrived in my second home, Cape Town. But it felt a little different…for one thing, being whisked off in a car to the hotel with my Chanels perched comfortably on my face made me feel like one of the A-list stars I was expecting to see at the bash later.

Of course my aspirations of stardom quickly disappeared upon arrival, as I tried to make sense of all the buzz so that I could put together some news reports for the afternoon bulletins. I found a great angle when I heard Madiba was arriving. He is of course, the A-list of A-listers ;-)

When he got out the car and greeted Sol, he said:

“I am looking for a job and heard you could help.”

Ever as charming!

By now you’ll have known what went down but I still wanted to catch up on what happened after the soundbites and photoshots.

As the night started to really get swinging, all the artists and A-listers moved to the venue down the stairs and towards the back of the hotel. There, the space became an intimate jazz club. I remember everything that happened that night through the tweets I posted:

big party now-top musos jamming. Mariah Carey up next?
7:40 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

sharon stone is videoing jonathan butler singing
7:45 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

where did the cute eastwood son go?
7:46 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

felicia mabuza suttle singing along to no woman no cry
7:49 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

jonathan butler brought the house down!
7:54 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

morgan freeman is in the house!
7:54 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

robert de niro sipping saki
7:55 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

patti austin is breaking it down
7:59 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

matt damon gives dave kroz a standing ovation
8:02 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

found Cute Eastwood and lost him again
8:03 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

jam session!
8:28 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

hugh masekela just dedicated a song to the late Miriam Makeba
8:31 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

marisa tomei is grooving to hugh’s grazing
8:35 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

ah matt damon dancing with his wife-so cute
8:52 PM Apr 2nd from mobile web

I tried to take a video…it’s dark but you can hear Sharon Stone and Marisa Tomei responding to Bebe Winans’ call of “Are you ready? Will upload asap!

So in response to Trinny in Dubai’s request, I thought I’d relive some great (or not so) interview moments. This one has to do with my ultimate of ultimates – well, for now, that is. It’s when I was in London last year to attend the Sex and the City movie premiere and interview the cast of the hit series. It was like I had died and gone to Series Heaven.

I spent a fortune on my credit card to make sure I looked good in front of Patricia Field, the costume designer, as well as – of course – the fab four. I also got to speak to director Michael Patrick King; he was my first of the day ;-)

So, you get literally 5 minutes to interview each person. Chatting to him was great – he’s a nice enough guy who tried to put on his best South African accent. It was endearing. Next up was Sarah Jessica – the woman I had been dying to meet. I had vowed I would be professional (as I am) and charming (as I am).

I had just interviewed MPK, and walked into the room where SJP was. I said hi, she said hi; I sat down, she wriggled in her chair. I switched on my equipment…and nothing. It would not go on. I wish I could say I froze, that would have been better, but no, it – that unreliable thing of technology – froze and it was not budging. I felt a slight panic enter my speech.

“I am terribly sorry about this, but my equipment seems to be acting up”, I said, with a great big frown on my face.
“Oh that’s okay, take your time,” she said, as her publicist glared down at me.
I was horrified.
“No, it’s not okay” I replied.
“Look,” she answered back, “there are worse things in the world. Have you watched the News lately?”
I felt terrible, not only was my equipment stuck, but she was being nice about it.
“You can go and fix it and then come back.”
“Okay,” I said sheepishly as I picked myself and my can’t-really-afford-it dress up and walked away.

Turns out the batteries just needed to be taken out and put back in again. That, for some reason, appeased my IPE (Irritating Piece of Equipment). When I went back in, it was like we went way back. And not because I had been stalking her in her apartment or favourite coffee shop or anything like that…why, never!

“Hi again,” she smiled, twirling her hair.
“Sigh,” I thought to myself. “Carrie Bradshaw really is my friend”.


Of course, once it was over, my “friend” went back to her Hollywood life and I went back to Benoni.

    The Duchess of York let me down. Sarah Ferguson, aka Fergie, aka the One who has the Toe-Sucking Fetish. Was due to interview Fergie ’cause she’s teamed up with Martin Scorsese (yeah, you read right) as co-producers on a film about Queen Victoria, that stars The Devil Wears Prada’s Emily Blunt. The interview was scheduled two days before, also got a call two hours before to say all was on track. But 6:15pm came and went. And so, it seems, did Fergie. Who does she think she is – Royalty? Haha ;)

    But it did make me think about some of the other telephonic interviews I’ve done that have been memorable…

    Julio Iglesias

    Me: “…so Julio, you’re still going strong after all these years, and now, you have a new baby, how do you manage it all..”
    Julio (in his suave Spanish accent): “You think I am old, hey Nadia? I am not old. I swim 5 kilometres everyday in the Ocean. Naked.”
    Me, blushing through the phone: “Um. I am sure you do…”

    Sir Ben Kingsley

    Scene-setter: While waiting for Sir Ben Kingsley to call my landline, my cellphone rings.
    Me: (finishing a conversation with someone else, so half talking into the phone)”…yeah, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did wish you were drowning in a pool of your own blood. Hello?”
    SBK (in a fine British accent): “Hi, is this Naadia?”
    Me: “Yes. Ohhh, is this Sir Ben Kingsley?”
    SBK: “Yes, it is.”
    Me: “Um, Sir Ben…Mr Kingsley, I mean Sir Kingsley, mister…”
    SBK: “You can call me Ben.”
    Me: “Oh, really? Okay, then. Um, I need to record the interview so please can I ask you to call me back on the landline, Sir Ben. I mean Ben.”

    The Cop from the Village People (then again, could have been the Policeman, he wasn’t that distinguishable.)

    Me: “So you’re celebrating 30 years as as group and are bringing the celebrations to South Africa – what are you most looking forward to?”
    Him: “Yes.”

    Okay then.

    Hmmm, wonder how memorable Fergie on the phone would have been?


      It was a goose-bump inducing moment of pride. And it made up for waking up at 2am to cover the Oscars for work. Seeing Soweto Gospel Choir up there on the Oscar stage. Sure, it was only for a few minutes, but the fact that Hugh Jackman gave a shout out to “Soweto Gospel Choir from South Africa” made it a memorable one.

      Some other memorable moments that made this year’s ceremony entertaining for me included:

      * Kate Winslet’s speech: say what you will, the woman has had to sit through this ceremony five times before, and five times before has lost out on Oscar glory. I would also have been a blubbering dramatic if it had been me up on that stage (oh, how I wish!).
      I’d be lying if I haven’t made a version of this speech before. I think I was probably eight years old and staring into the bathroom mirror and this would have been a shampoo bottle. Well it’s not a shampoo bottle now. ” Kate Winslet, Best Actress.

      * Sean Penn’s win: if anyone had to take it away from Mickey Rourke, it could only have been Penn. Haven’t seen Milk yet, but Rourke is brilliant in The Wrestler, so Penn must be double-so. Also appreciated his politically stirring speech, calling for equal rights.
      ” You commie, homo-loving sons of guns! I did not expect this and I want it to be very clear that I do know how hard I make it to appreciate me often. “
      – Sean Penn, Best Actor.

      * Danny Boyle channeling Tigger: as a Winnie the Pooh fan, I appreciated Boyle’s vigour and passion. Also love the fact that I can now add “interviewed an Oscar-winning director to my CV!”.
      ” My kids are too old to remember this now but, when they were much younger, I swore to them if this miracle ever happened, I would receive it in the spirit of Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, and that’s what that was. ” Slumdog Millionaire’s Danny Boyle, Best Director.

      I interviewed Danny Boyle for Eyewitness News and wrote a piece for The Weekender.

      * The music medley: Hugh Jackman and Beyonce as Grease’s Danny and Sandy – classic!