Dear God. I used to HATE being half way through hair and make-up and having a stranger poking my eyes with eyeliner. Someone behind me chewing gum and pulling my hair. Teasing it. Fluffing it.

Everyone would be talking about creative genius.

I was usually busting to go to the toilet.

But then. I dont know…. after I got over my sore scalp. And skin. And started getting into the trippy weird music. Once I had made the photographer laugh at least once, went to the bathroom, maybe even sometimes got a free coffee, I would remember.

This isn’t all thaaaaat bad.

Even if I do have a skirt around my neck.