This week Amanda meets her childhood crush (The Hoff!) and has a rummage in Simon Cowell’s closet...
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 8
I go to watch Piers Morgan judge America's Got Talent with my best friend of 20 years, actress Jane Wall, who used to be in The Bill.
I arrive at Fox Studios and head to Piers' dressing room, where he's looking unusually buffed and tanned. I later discover the reason for this is a 6ft hunk of Swedish personal trainer called Alex, who's sitting next to me in the audience. He reveals he's got Piers eating egg-white omelettes every day. So LA!
Backstage, the Hoff whizzes past - I had a crush on him when I was 11 and he was in Knight Rider! I bump into Sharon Osbourne - we have a quick photo but she can't chat because filming's about to start, so I head to my seat. It's the AGT semi-final and, as with Britain's Got Talent, the contestants are unique - there's a comedienne who's a grandma and an opera singer from Texas.
Afterwards, Piers takes us to Cut, which he claims is LA's best steak house - handy for me considering I'm a veggie (salad for one, please). Apparently Bruce Willis and his wife Emma Heming reserve the same corner table every week but, unfortunately, they're not there tonight. I'd love to meet Mr Die Hard!
As I leave, I bump into Jamie Afro, who wowed everyone - including Simon - on The X Factor. I tell him my money's on him to win. He smiles - it's a winning one, I can tell!
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 9
My interview with Simon Cowell airs on CBS' The Early Show.
Piers calls to say he was surprised how good it was. Bloody cheek!
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 11
The Fabulous girls email me a picture of the new billboard (below) they've put together to promote their Heels That Heal campaign. It's a great cause in aid of WoW, an amazing charity, and I was thrilled to be able to help. The billboard is a giant image of the picture on page 7 - and as you can see, I'm starkers save a pair of heels, knickers and a smile! Oh well, it's all for a good cause!
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 12
We go to Simon's house for dinner. His fellow American Idol judge Randy Jackson turns up - he's funny, cuddly and really cool. We sit down to spaghetti Bolognese (Simon's chef does a special veggie version for me).
After dinner, I fancy a dip in his Jacuzzi. Ever the gentleman, Simon says I can wear one of his T-shirts as I don't have my bikini. I head to his closet - all I can see are rows of black, white and grey T-shirts and endless pressed jeans! Later, as I relax in the water, Simon walks over. "Life doesn't get any better than this," he says, just as his waiter delivers me a vodka, lime and soda. I have to agree, Simon. I'm one very lucky girl!
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