The stars are out (yawn)

The stars are out (yawn)

Add Celebrity Sabotage to your watchlistTwo quick stories: once, in a London hotel, a film publicist came to find me. Bursting with the pride of a tigress with a newborn cub, she shouted down the corridor: “I’ve got you four minutes with Orlando!”The other took place in a Soho café, when two TV agents pressed me to consider championing their beloved clients’ move from magic to cookery. I nearly choked on my macaroon. This was proper “youth hoste…