Am sitting in the eTalk Lounge at the Intercon right now. Every woman that is in the building on our team has somehow found a reason to be here. Including me.
Because Jim Sturgess just came in to be interviewed.
When he walked in we tripped over each other to greet him. Anna beat us all out and showed him around our freebie shelves, offering him sweets, food, clothes, sunglasses, until he finally accepted a beer.
Jim Sturgess is drinking a beer in front of us.
We're dying from massive quiver.
He's tall. He's crumpled. He's pale. He's so skinny. He's wearing skinny jeans hanging off his ass. And boots. And he's sooooo polite. He's said thank you a dozen times already.
Then Jen led him into the interview room with the highest pitch voice "you had a beer last year!" As soon as the door closed we burst into giggles. Loudly. In front of his publicist.
Oh!
He just came out....!
We offered him Frye boots. He said no because "they're too racy for me".
We squealed again. Like a f-cking orchestra.
He's gone!
File photo from WENN
