The truth.

In the past 24 hours I’ve been branded a ‘liar’ and ‘prick’ by Eleanor Calder, an angry former flame of a One Direction‘s Louis Tomlinson, in front of an audience of millions.

But the problem with being called a ‘liar’ is that it implies you’ve made something up.

‘Nice to see you again,’ the same girl smiled as she greeted me the Sunday before last (28 February). ‘Congratulations on your book,’ she added, referencing a recent release of mine. In case you’re wondering, me and Eleanor once lived within walking distance of each other and had met on many occasions.

In fact, during her days with Louis, when she was a student and I was a celeb loving YouTuber and a showbiz radio reporter, we’d even shared a drunken gossip about his boyband tales, giggled about the other 1D girlfriends and genuinely had a pleasant time.

As we then chatted and caught up by The Boundary restaurant in East London, my attention turned to a particular glum looking Sophia Smith, the ex girlfriend of Liam Payne, who was by her side. ‘How are you?’ I asked, while we discussed the fact that just hours prior her boybander ex had confirmed his romance with none other than Cheryl with the most surprising showbiz selfie of the year.

We then proceeded to have a friendly chat about Cheryl and Liam and how their romance was captivating the whole country.

Sophia branded the new couple ‘so weird,’ and shared various other thoughts on them, that you can read in this week’s Now magazine. And as I promoted the exclusive chat online on Monday night (7 March), Sophia’s sister, Zoe, publicly slammed me on social media while Eleanor quickly denied the whole thing.

‘Shocked and embarrassed for you that you’d make that up,’ Eleanor wrote on Instagram, as my inbox started to ping with thousands of abusive messages supporting her. ‘You and I both know that [the interview with Sophia] is a load of shit and she doesn’t deserve for you to spread lies.’

The main issue here? When you’re involved in the biggest showbiz story of the year so far, it’s probably best not to tag your exact location to millions of people online.


Crazed fans will follow, nearby journalists will jump at the chance for an interview and the world will know exactly where you are. That’s exactly what happened last Sunday as I trotted off to the East London eatery the pair had checked themselves into, to try my luck at getting a huge scoop on a story that was continuing to break.

And that’s the truth behind the story… can we call off the Twitter lynch mob now?