I like to bore everyone relentlessly with this story over and over because I can’t quite believe it happened to me. There I am in 1998, standing in the bathroom of a suite in the Beverly Hilton hotel, Wilshire Boulevard, Beverly Hills, California. It’s about an hour before I have to be in a car to go to the Oscars, the real live Oscars at the Shrine Auditorium.
And I was thinking to myself as I was looking into a mirror about Kate Winslet, who was nominated for an Academy Award that night for Titanic. “I think she’s not looking into a mirror right now with wet hair, in a maternity bra, and having a quiet weep.” As I was looking in the mirror I thought: “You know what? My fringe could do with a bit of a trim. I might just have a hack at it with these baby nail scissors.” And of course, whoops! That was a bit short. So there was my fringe, sticking out like a cushion.
