I is for: Interviews. Sitting near the features dept, we were privy to snippets of tantalising gossip involving celebs’ behaviour. I can’t possibly name any names, but it was always riveting to hear that, contrary to their public persona, so and so was a bit of a cow, such and such had screamed down the phone at them, this person had wanted to bring her partner along with her to be included in the feature and had got the right hump when her request was gently turned down and someone else adamantly refused to be photographed for our cover (not right for her image, apparently) – so a perfectly nice pic of her was found through a picture agency and that got whacked on to the cover instead. On the other hand, it was reassuring to hear about people who turned out to be as nice off-screen as they were on. One such male TV presenter springs to mind. The features dept came back quite gooey from that particular shoot, not just because he was as lovely as hoped but also because he had sent his driver off to the nearest café while he waited for him, instead of expecting him to sit in his car for an hour or so, as others apparently did.