The continued meeting of the 'celebs'...

Right, so last night I was out working again! Night life journalism is definitely more difficult than it seems..

Three weeks ago, I was granted the opportunity to meet Big Brother's Ziggy. Honestly, I was pretty nervous about meeting him- I didn't watch one BB episode this year, and here I was, thrown into an interview with what I regarded as the average Joe soap! Those who were unlucky enough to be cornered by me and listening to my ramblings from that night heard that I actually didn't recognise him when I first met him, and felt like a bit of an eejit when I introduced myself at the beginning of the interview, and he revealed that we had already met and I just completely disregarded him!

But in reality, he turned out to be one of the nicest people I've ever met.. famous or not! He independently decided to turn what was supposed to be a five minute interview to a full-blown 45 minute chat! Look, I'm speechless.. He was just great, brilliant!

So now, three weeks on, and I arrive back into the foyer of one of the town's high class hotels. I was waiting around for nearly three hours for the arrival of more Big Brother celebs, and honestly, there was a slight hint of stubbornness on my part.. are these people really worth the wait? But I knew the show was about to start when the event managers rushed out the doors, and the screams grew louder. Fans? No! It was BB8's 1st runners-up, Samanda- Sam and Amanda Marchant. Now, as I already said, I didn't actually watch Big Brother, so learning my lesson from my encounter with Ziggy, I made sure to YouTube and Google these girls.

So I found some Big Brother footage, a fact sheet on their favourite things, and their new music video- a cover of Aqua's 1997 hit single 'Barbie Girl'. The impression I got from these was that the twins would be carbon copies of Reese Witherspoon's character in Legally Blond. Was I right? Well, before they even made it into the doors of the hotel, I turned to my photographer, betting him €20 that their suitcases would be pink. I'm 20 quid richer now!

So the girls had to go up to their room and get ready, so I'd have to wait and see if they were really the barbie princesses the media made them out to be. While pondering this, I was immediately approached by Ziggy, who arrived with the twins. 'Great to see you again. Thanks for the interview last time, it was great. Nicest interview that's been published about me'. ME? SERIOUSLY? wow.. I'm liking this job!

So it was about 1.20am when the twins arrived down, absolutely immaculate in matching dresses, hairstyles and make-up. It makes you wonder- do they use mirrors or is looking at each other enough? No, but really, they did look fabulous. And not that I'm-so-fake-and-made-of-plastic look, but real beauty. As it was so late, I only had time for a 10 minute interview, but seeing as the girls talk so rapidly, it was just as efficient as a half hour chat would have been! They were so nice and sweet, and everything they have experienced together since BB has been amazing, according to them! They did seem very giddy, happy, and admittedly, a little bit crazy! But the belief that they themselves are identical to 'Legally Blond' has been overruled. They're just two bubbly girls who love pink!

The nightclub was absolutely crazy, people throwing themselves over each other to gain entrance into the V.I.P bar to meet both the twins and Ziggy. There was screaming, shouting, even mauling to fight for the stars' attention. People I knew were shouting up to me from the main bar area, begging me to grant them admission, get them an autograph, or a personal meeting! What am I but a reporter.. there's nothing I can do!

By the early hours of the morning, I was growing tired, and my claustrophobia was definitely kicking in. But it wasn't my photographer, any of the bouncers or event managers that looked to me and ensure I was holding up, doing OK, and moved me over to a secluded corner of the bar where I could still work.. it was Ziggy! Not many people believed me when I tried to portray how nice he is, but there you go! As hard as I was working, and as many girls were hanging out of his shirt, he managed to shout a word or two across the bar to me, have a quick joke, make the experience more comfortable and relaxed.

This is definitely a job I could get used to, but the belief that it's all champagne and cushioned is completely ignorant. It's difficult, tiring, pressuring and suffering from claustrophobia is a big downfall. Would I give it up? No way! Keep it rollin'!