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    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!

        Woke up early, 2am-early, to go to work and get the latest on the Grammys. As I was getting dressed, had E!News Red Carpet on, and heard that Chris Brown had apparently been taken in for questioning, and that neither he nor girlfriend Rihanna would be at the ceremony. Word is he either got into a fight with someone else, or he got into a fight with Rihanna…Woaaah…Another Woaaah! moment was MIA almost ready to pop out her baby, performing alongside Jay Z, Kanye West and T.I. Really, she was literally ready to give birth, even telling Giuliana Rancic that she had someone on standby if she did go into labour. Then again, as a colleague said to me, if she had the chance to perform at the Grammys she wouldn’t let being pregnant interfere in that either. And she was performing with Jay Z et al!

        Otherwise, a bittersweet moment for the South African artists. Soweto Gospel Choir was up for Best Contemporary World Music Album, but lost out on that nod. It would have been their 3rd win in a row, following the last two year’s fantastic showing…but good on Ladysmith Black Mambazo – 3rd win, amid notching up 13 nods over the years!

        I am an incredibly happy citizen of the world right now – as most of the citizens of the world are!

        Watching Barack Obama being inaugurated was an absolute treat. As too was the special concert that was organised on Sunday. Seeing U2 perform Pride (In the Name of Love) in front of the Lincoln Memorial – the very spot where Martin Luther King Junior uttered those words that would reverberate through history – was an emotional moment. It truly brought a tear to my eye. And Bono brought home the simple message that “it’s not just an American dream, it’s an African dream…an Israeli dream…a Palestinian dream.” Some may differ in their views, but it was a powerful statement.

        I’ve been watching a few things that have left me sniffling a little – The Curious Case of Benjamin Button also had me wiping away at my eyes. As with most good movies, it’s based on a good story, written by F. Scott Fitzgerald. If you’ve seen the trailer, you’ll know it tells the story of Benjamin Button (played by Brad “Gorgeous” Pitt) who is basically born as an old man in a baby’s body. It’s quite surreal and requires a suspended disbelief to truly enjoy.

        It’s directed by David Fincher – whom I met in Cannes two years ago when he premiered Zodiac – and was the man behind the spine-chilling thriller ‘Se7en’. I won’t give it away, but it’s a love story and a life story too. And ten days before I get older with another year, I found its theme of aging and youth to be poignant.

        Another great film is Happy-Go-Lucky, which is also not yet showing at cinemas, but will soon be. British actress Sally Hawkins won the Golden Globe for Best Actress in a Comedy or Musical, and she is absolutely delightful to watch. A must-see, feel-good film with substance. Just love those kinds!

          It’s been a concert-filled three days. Top of the list definitely was Wyclef Jean’s “private and exclusive” gig at the Bassline. To say he rocked the party is the understatement of understatements. This man performed for over three hours. I have never been entertained like that before!

          Best bits?

          – The way he cheekily sauntered onto stage, with that naughty smile that he wore throughout his show – together with the lower-than-low-slung jeans.

          – He started the show – as he ended it three and a bit hours later – with a heartfelt song penned in honour of Lucky Dube.

          – The medley he did of Fugees hits – No Woman, No Cry; Fu Gee La, Ready or Not – and the mix he created out of it all.

          – The version of Lil Wayne’s Millionaire he adapted, Wyclef style, complete with his own take on Wayne’s lil voice.

          – During my fave track (next to Hips Don’t Lie and Gone Til November) Dollar Bill he jumped right into the crowd, singing the chorus over and over, before stopping and starting an impromptu

          – When he made us fling all sorts of paraphernalia in the air during Carnival – and then Clef went on to do flick flacks and head stands just after that!

          – Towards the end, when he ran into the crowd (again), and made his way to the sound desk at the top of the stairs. He stood on the beams and hoisted himself up onto the rafters, doing a few pull-ups, before sliding halfway down the banister, positioning himself in the crowd, and asking for his guitar and micstand to be brought to him. He then performed a tender version of Redemption Song, which the crowd lapped up.

          In the hype of it all, I laughed (especially when he did the flick flacks), I cried (during his version of Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here), and I shook my hips like I love to do! He promised he’d be back to play a stadium size show. I can guarantee, it’ll be the best couple of hundred bucks anybody ever spends on a concert ticket.

          Meeting him was an experience in itself too. I rarely get star-struck, but Wyclef had my stomach doing flick-flacks. I have long admired his music, since my brother first played Gone Til November for me. And just a few days ago, I was thinking about how much I would like to see him perform. Can tick that one off the list!

          Staying on a hip hop tip. The Roots’ drummer Questlove was in town to play a DJ set at Carfax on Friday night. The line-up was stellar – Tumi and Papercut, 340 ml, Zubz, Kenzhero, Richard the III and so much more. By the time Questlove came on, the place was absolutely packed.

          It was right about then that someone decided to screw things up.

          Apparently, someone in the VIP area above the dancefloor threw teargas or pepper spray onto the crowd. All I know is, I started coughing badly and my throat was stinging. I looked around and realized it wasn’t just me. We all evacuated outside. I was fuming. It had been a stressful week and I had been looking forward to this gig. Now all I wanted to do was go home and forget about it. My friend Daniel tried to convince me otherwise, saying that it would be a waste to let whoever did this rob me of the chance to see Questlove in action.

          Eventually, I decided to stay and ventured back into the club. I enjoyed Questlove’s set from then on. He really surprised me – mixing the likes of Justin Timberlake with Jackson 5, contemporary hip hop with old 60s classics. Of course I went crazy when he played my fave, Seed.

          And lastly, Maroon 5, with “special guests” One Republic at the Coca Cola Dome. I missed Goldfish and the Parlotones because the show started quite early, but I am sure they rocked it in their usual kick-ass style.

          One Republic were nice enough – doing the South-Africa-is-the-best-country-we’ve-played routine with genuine gesture. The set was mostly down tempo and laid back. But when they closed with Apologise they gave me goosebumps. Still such a beautiful song.

          Maroon 5 were good. Not mind-blowing but enjoyable. They played most of their hits within the first few minutes of the show – and I was like, now what?! Adam Levine’s cover of Wicked Game wasn’t too shoddy and it was nice the way he moved into ‘She Will Be Loved’ straight after.

          Ended up meeting most of the band afterwards – and had drinks with James, Matt and Micky. It was nice to just chill with a band and not talk to them only as part of an interview.