First published on October 27
“Hello, love!”
I’m in Robbie Williams’s £17.5 million Kensington mansion. It is, without doubt, a) the jolliest £17.5 million Kensington mansion I’ve ever been in, and b) the only £17.5 million Kensington mansion I’ve ever been in. There’s a 4ft gold-plated Lisa Simpson on the stairs; adorable children running around everywhere; and the dining table is covered in paintings of multicoloured butterflies. I’m pretty sure there’s a Banksy in the hallway. The mood board is “contentment, serotonin, clever LA wife entirely in charge of decor”.
Williams comes for a welcome hug, which, tragically for his mansion carpets, knocks a half-drunk can of Diet Coke from my hand. I dissolve into apologies.
“Don’t worry,” Williams soothes, as lovely members of staff
