I don’t know if I have ever been as nervous as I was waiting on Flagstaff Hill for people to show up. Right up until hot girls started flooding up the hill I was absolutely convinced it would be me standing here all alone when the Mercury photographer turned up. I was fishnetted up, fully intending to strip down to my underpants in public and so frenetic that I could barely string a sentence.
I threw enthusiasm around and convinced everyone to just have fun (while I freaked out a little more every second). I don’t know if I will ever be able to put this much energy into anything ever again.