I thought “Well, buddy, do something else and leave me alone.”They began calling on my neighbours, on my local newsagent, anybody they could find One reporter called on my neighbour at 11.40pm. “I don’t want to do this job, I hate it, it’s not very nice doing this kind of work,” he said. You’re like a wounded stag with a pack of wolves gathering to finish you off They yelled through my letterbox and banged on it I had calls in the night One at three in the morning. One guy put his foot in the front door and then said he was really sorry I had my hand over the panic button in my doorway. If he had gone any further, I would have pressed it to call the police.I had to hide in the back of my house or upstairs where they couldn’t see me I couldn’t sleep, I felt sick.

When I came home from work, I would cruise around the block in my car to see if they were there. I shrank from the reporters as you would from someone coming towards you with a hand raised to strike you It was like a personal assault. My friends would ring up and say : “Of course I don’t usually read this sort of paper, but I couldn’t help noticing this piece about you.” I felt even some good friends couldn’t resist having a bit of a snigger I was angry, frightened and confused I was a mess I was afraid every time the phone rang or the door went I had to monitor all my calls with my answering machine. My dirty laundry was going to be on display for every sweaty labourer or toffy- nosed git to read on the train the next morning.When the stories appeared in the papers, the sense of intrusion was devastating. It’s like being the victim of a whole series of burglaries or being mugged in the street Your awareness of trouble, intrusion and hurt is sharpened It’s totally exhausting. They had printed pictures of my house and named the area I lived in, so anybody could have come looking for me if they wanted to The worst thing was that they mentioned my children I certainly didn’t want them involved.

I was terrified the press would turn up at their school and start photographing them.I walked about with my head down, terrified that people might recognise me It was absolute public humiliation. I was an innocent victim going through a marital break-up, so there was a lot of anger in me anyway But this was the end All my private life was going to be in the public domain. I ran to my car but as I was getting in a woman held the door so that I couldn’t shut it I wrenched it away from her and sped off. She was knocking on the window: “We just want the woman’s point of view.” I knocked her across the street as I drove off. I just wanted to get away but it’s hard to drive when your whole body is shaking with fear and anger.When I got to work my colleagues were very sweet I just burst into tears It was fear and fury. The press had got hold of it and, as the poor, downtrodden wife, I was seen as fair game.
One morning that winter I checked the street before I went out. As soon as I got to my gate I heard car doors slam and saw the reporters running towards me up the street, carrying their notebooks and cameras and shouting my name.

The first day I met the reporters outside my door I went straight back inside, ran to the loo and threw up my muesli It was my first attack by the press and it was to get worse

It was the most stressful time of my life My marriage was breaking up My husband was a famous actor who was having an affair. Chanel’s Rouge Noir mascara, pounds 15 from department stores nationwide.. It’s rather “globby” however, so you may need to separate those lashes with an eyelash comb after application. Billed as “black, reddish purple and brown”, it is certainly interesting, unusual and worth a try (it’s a limited edition so be warned, once it sells out, that’s it), especially if you find black too dramatic and brown too boring. It is debatable, though, whether Silk Cut is wholly non-gender specific.

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