Snapping celebs out and about or falling out of clubs, that sort of thing.Immediately I spun some made up story about a niece who was a massive Saturdays fan, and asked if he could give me any idea as to whereabouts Frankie would hang out, any information he could give about where to find her.
I arrived at her door, took a deep breath and knocked.
So somehow I had to get access to her, until I’d figured this out I couldn’t even begin to dream about what I would do to her.
It was kind of an accident that a solution to this problem arrived.
The easiest way to get hold of her would be to get to her when she was home alone in her flat, and this was easy enough to achieve.
All that was needed was a fake delivery driver uniform and a bit of patience.