The TV Producer

I have given gigs to two girls who slept with me.

The first time, I was looking for the talent to present a new daytime programme on one of the main terrestrial channels. The channel’s first choice was well-known, popular and a shoe-in for the job. That was until they got wind that a Sunday tabloid had pictures of her doing Charlie. The channel couldn’t risk it so asked us to find a newcomer with real star potential.

After two days casting, I had a shortlist, one that didn’t include “P”. She was a sloaney blonde ex-model who had been languishing in the obscure and little-watched satellite channels. Her screentest wasn’t going to set the world alight and I’d seen better during the casting. The following week, P rang wanting to meet for a coffee. She flirted outrageously from the start and kept going on about how much she wanted the job. I knew the flirting wasn’t genuine but didn’t care. We went on to a few bars, then dinner and bed. She got the job and I continued seeing her for a while until the filming ended. Realising my usefulness had ran out, she moved on in her pursuit of greater fame. I have seen her recently in ad for a thrush treatment cream.