Funny, isn't it - the way life sometimes throws you a curve-ball?
Picture the scene: a friend was attending a posh, black-tie dinner and he asked me to go along. I'd get to stay in a luxury hotel. I'd have unlimited use of the spa the next morning. There was to be a lunch the following day and we would be chauffeured to and from this event in a Mercedes! Oh, and there were to be various celebs at this feast, including a man called David Gandy.
"That's with a 'y'," my friend said.
"Are you sure?" I questioned. "It's usually spelt with an 'i' - and it's probably a member of the Indian political dynasty."
'Whatever. Do you want to come?'
'Tempting, but I'm tired. I'm writing a book - so I'll say no.'
Reader, I honestly didn't twig!
The man was indeed David Gandy - the man much loved by fellow romantic novelists and readers alike. The man who makes them salivate daily over provocative photos and who inspires many a steamy scene.
So I looked online and found this picture.
I must say, he has a BIZARRE taste in clothing! Dunno about you - but that hat doesn't really do it for me....