The night the Daily Mail story came out in the UK, I was in Los Angeles. I went out to dinner that Friday night last minute at Culina in the Four Seasons Hotel. We ended up changing seats three times so we could sit outside. The hostess asked if we were okay sitting at a community table, and we said no problem.
As we sat down I noticed that we were sharing a table with none other than Mr. Piers Morgan. It got pretty surreal after that because he turned to me and said “I know who you are, you’re “Cheryl’s predictor.” As we chatted I disappointedly noticed that Piers was not so nice. (Sad because I always liked him)!
Being the reporter that he is (he used to be the editor of the Daily Mail) he challenged me suggesting that we call Cheryl. I didn’t even blink before quickly replying “Please do and please tell her thank you for me!” So he whipped out his mobil and called her. I got to express my gratitude even though it was via him.
Pretty wild. Let the magic carpet ride continue!