Working Mum: The highs and lows of milestone year

By Giles Broadbent on May 14, 2014 1:01 AM |

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By Tabitha Ronson

One of my friends turned 40 earlier this year. She's claiming her birth year, 1974, was a vintage one, as she is celebrating with the likes of Kate Moss and Victoria Beckham. Whatever.

She is having a year-long celebration, with numerous trips and parties planned for the next 12 months.

She's already been to the Dubai Gold Cup (she's mad about horse racing), the Venice Carnival (where she attended a variety of balls in a variety of sumptuous mascarei) and Coachella, the music and arts festival in California.

As part of her special year, she has set herself a mission - To be photographed with as many celebrities as possible.

She's aiming for A-listers but admits she is happy to be photographed with anyone who has a tenuous link to celebrity.

"I want to be like Joan Collins and have a wall of me pictured with celebrities."

Her ultimate wish list of those she wants to be snapped with features off-the-scale lister Angelina Jolie and ultimate Aussie male Russell Crowe. Knowing this woman, she's likely to do the double.

So far, she has been snapped with jockeys Frankie Dettori and AP McCoy (I told you she was a huge racing fan); talk show host Jeremy Kyle; footballers Michael Owen and Wayne Rooney; Colleen Rooney; and Dita Von Teese.

Not bad work, considering she only set her mission a couple of months back.

I don't understand my friend's drive but she says approaching these "famous" individuals and asking to be snapped with them empowers her. In truth, I think she likes to wind up her husband who absolutely abhors the whole celebrity culture.

On Friday evening, my phone pinged. It was from said friend. The text read: "I've hit the jackpot." The picture was of her, beaming proudly alongside international artist Steve Brookstein.

Looking at the photo of the salt and pepper stubbled individual posing with my friend, I'm surprised she even recognised the guy.

Working mum, wondering where on earth my friend was to encounter the first winner of The X-Factor.

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