I somehow managed to live in LA for six months without seeing a single celebrity. Actually, that’s not true, I saw the brown-haired girl from Baywatch, but I didn’t recognize her until someone behind me said, “Wasn’t that the brown haired girl from Baywatch?” All my grandma asks when she calls is if I’ve seen any celebrities. That’s why I decided to go straight to the source: the paparazzi, also called the paps. In this case, my friend’s friend Chris, who, like David Beckham, came from Manchester to LA to carry on the fine British tradition of tabloidery. So I tagged along for one day on a ride that turned out to be not so fast and sadly involved neither wigs nor big sunglasses, just a whole lot of waiting.
