Hot town, sex in the city

That's about 1982 or '83, if I recall correctly. I've had a haircut since then

Last Friday, after a busy week, I was planning on a lazy day of puttering and maybe even some personal writing. I should have known that was not necessarily to be.

The previous day I had received an email from a journalist in New York who was researching a story for the London Sunday Mirror. The story was on my erstwhile student, Kim Cattrall. He asked if I could send him some factoids on the early days of Miss Kimberley. I wondered at first how the hell he knew I had a connection with KC. As I read on in his email I discovered how.

It was all due to my blog. If you’ll recall, a few weeks ago I wrote a jokingly snarky blog in which I berated Kim for not having mentioned me in a newspaper article. I meant it thoroughly in jest.

Anyway, to make a long story as absolutely short as possible, the Mirror was doing a big feature on Kim due to the fact that Sex and the City was opening in the UK last weekend. The writers wanted to see how so-called Samantha compared with the demure little girl I knew. Therefore, could I pen him a few words in that regard. I obligingly did so, and sent them off.

The next day I got an overseas call from a female writer at the Mirror who told me my musings were ‘wonderful’ and could they use some of them exactly as stated. “Sure,” I said.

A few moments after that, I got a call from the photo editor of the same paper wondering if I had any old photos of Kim from way back when. I said I did. “Could you possibly send them to me?” That meant I had to go out and get them put on disk. But, I did so. I did so because, having worked on English papers, I knew they paid for such assistance. Nice custom, I must say.

During the process, I also had to try to set up with those guys a photo op with Kim’s mother, who lives about 65-miles away. I called her. We had a nice chat. You know, “You must be so proud, and blah-blah-blah …” Actually I knew her already, as the parent of a student, so it wasn’t difficult.

Anyway, I sent all the stuff off and trusted that they got it. In fact, they indicated that they had. They told me they’d send me a link to the story.

They haven’t.

I sent an email Monday making a further inquiry about remuneration, and sent them my postal address and full name, and so forth.

I haven’t heard back from them.

Hope I do. I don’t like blowing off a Friday afternoon for nothing, after I’ve made somebody else’s job easier.

Oh, and I think I already mentioned, I’m not a Sex and the City fan, having only seen it once, I think. Not because I’m prudish – I think faithful readers may have realized that I’m light-years from being prudish – but because I found it rather boring and pointless. As I wrote before, I vastly prefer Chris Noth in Law&Order. And, I vastly prefer Kim in some of the other things she’s done.