Sitting in a posh hotel bedroom in Dublin, I am in tears. I shouldn’t be: I’ve been flown to Ireland especially for an appearance on The Late Late Show, a live studio programme and one of the biggest TV shows in the country.
The hotel suite redefines the meaning of gorgeousness and I’m being paid handsomely for my live interview. My husband, Pascal, is trying to console me.
I pull myself together because in 30 minutes I have to appear in front of a studio audience as the provocative writer (wearing a fiery orange dress) who dared to publish her thoughts on
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