Eight months ago, this happened, and it was the greatest thing ever:
If you recall, I was screaming not only because Tilda, one of my all-time favourite people, won an Oscar, but because I had gambled money on her win, and got a big payout. Tilda paid my March rent, among other things.
Well this Friday night I got to tell her so.
I had the unimaginable pleasure of interviewing her for a piece running on indieWIRE later this week, and I knew I had to tell her. And her reaction was too priceless for me not to share. Even though in doing so I’m displaying actual audio of my awkward interviewing skills, and the weird, puberty-esque voice that I get when I’m really nervous (or really drunk).
But its worth that embarrassment: