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and all I got was this shitty photo.

Imagine my surprise to find Mr Preston book signing right at the exact moment my hangover took me to David Jones Foodhall to eat a massive plate of Lasagne on my lunchbreak.

We discussed his Pucci crevat, the fact that I only made it through the first round of the Masterchef auditions, how I shouldn’t worry because food critics have more fun and can get pissed and expense everything.

It seriously took me about half an hour to muster up the courage to go and get a flick with him, the only thing that pushed me over the edge was the thought ‘what would claire do?’