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Oh God. Must stop pacing the room. Soon 500 of the Great and Good of our
esteemed industry will be at the Leicester Square Odeon to pick apart my
directing in the FourHundred Films screening of Bridget Jones's
Am petrified. Forget Geri Halliwell and Hugh Grant at the premiere, this
lot are far more intimidating. Have already spotted Peter Souter, Barry
Delaney and Julia Reed. Eek!
Am toe-curlingly embarrassed! Caspar Delaney has just made a speech and
now it's my turn to face the mob. This is without doubt the most
nerve-wracking experience of my career - the Hollywood glitterati at the
New York premiere had nothing on these critics. Repeat the phrase 'inner
poise', hold stomach in all the way and blather something like 'if you
like the film, it was entirely all my own work. But if you didn't, then
there was obviously interference from the powers that be.' And blimey -
Keep darting sneaky looks around the theatre to see if everyone is
interested. They look engrossed. Hurrah!
Can't stand it any more. Must sneak off to Soho House for a bit of Dutch
Courage. Will vigorously refute any charges of 'coward'.
Yessss! Yesssss! Just been joined by Casper, who has said people loved
it. Am marvellous. Am irresistible. Will have Jonathan Glazer pursuing
me in no time at all.
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