I have flown with Naomi 3 x and got hugged by her once. Pretty good averages really, as she was in her pyjamas at that time especially. The first two times I saw her were on Concorde (naturally). There I was sitting at the back of the cabin with one of the only two remaining empty seats next if you ask me.
The flight was obviously being postponed for someone and abruptly she was there. She glided through the door flowing along with tight trousers and a pure silk blouse that remaining zero to the creativity. You might have noticed a pin drop as she sasheyed further towards me and I thought ‘oh my, she is going to sit next to me.
At the very last second she provided me what I then thought was a shy and coquettish smile and……strolled straight history. Behind her was a massive Texan with a gut just like a zeppelin who levered himself into the seat next to me, smiling knowingly saying “I guess this ain’t your entire day son”.
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I have to say though Ms Campbell was sensational for the reason that she actually is one of not too many that looks much better live than she will on the cover of the glossy newspaper. She also seemed to have an art that turns hard international business tourists into fawning lap canines. let me get the handbag off the carousel Ms Campbell” “Do, Let me help you with that Ms Campbell” “Where are you staying in NY Ms. Campbell”. Which was only me.
The other passengers were significantly worse! My last view of her on that occasion was viewing this vast luggage belt with all the male Concorde passengers plus Naomi jammed in one small area as each of them vied to transport her Louis Vuitton right away handbag. My last brush with Naomi really was weird.
Once in the air she was straight in the bathroom and surfaced about 20 minutes later dressed in a set of those grey BA first class pyjamas and a face covered in cream. On any one else it could have appeared dreadful but on her behalf she looked 1 million dollars. I assume that’s the reason she actually is one of the world’s top models still. She’d make a potato sack look classy. She planned to look right to rest and certainly, as a air travel was had by me load of work to do, I popped around to her side and asked if the light would bother her.
She reacted as if I had fashioned poked her with a cattle prod by recoiling back, muttering something looking and incoherent the other way. Having faced that apparently hostile response I slunk back to my lonely seat and grappled out my PC and spent the next four hours preparing numerous emails about very little. Suddenly something changed. I could see a dark grey shadow moving towards my small pool of light preceded by the smell of a heavenly and expensive perfume. It had been Naomi. Next thing I have been grabbed and clutched to her bosom.
Am I hallucinating I wondered? MUST I have ceased at two brandies after dinner? But no, it certainly was Naomi Campbell suffocating me in a most original but not completely unpleasant way. She finally released me and said huskily which i had been excellent to her previously and “thank you”. Wow I thought, maybe some parts of the press were wrong about her and she was a special thing really. I drifted off to a perfumed sleep and woke on the ultimate approach to Sao Paulo. What woke me were Naomi’s phones, most of them, and she was going ballistic at some poor spirit on the other end of one of these.
She was challenging to know where he was, who he was with and intimidating to get another plane home. This is before her air travel in had even got and none of the crew seemed inclined or courageous enough to inform her to stop. We surely got to the gate and set off for the baggage hall.