Hats off to a gaggle of charming women I met on the train the other morning.
Imagine Pompey’s Not-So-Desperate Housewives.Nine cheeky femmes guzzling champagne at 0915 heading to London to shop, laugh and feast at The Ivy.
They’d set their own agenda for the day and the ship had set sail very early!
One thing has stuck with me – the collective brut strength of nine middle-aged women’s perfume.
Ninety minutes later I was sat interviewing the All Black’s head coach, Steve Hansen, and the combined essence had penetrated my own clothes. I’m now remembered as ‘that pommy journo who smelt like Barbara Cartland’s handbag’.