“I was shooting a video on one of the big American plots – six hours I was there and I wasn’t doing anything. So I convinced someone to let me drive a golf buggy. I ran the battery out by the end of the day. P Diddy must have been doing a fragrance advert or something. I was in the buggy with a mate and I saw him. I meant to put the brake on and go, ‘Oh, you’re P Diddy!’ But I hit the accelerator. He had to dive out the way. As we went past I was like, ‘You’re P Diddy’. He just said, ‘Yeah, I know’. I almost, almost killed him.”
I don’t listen to Adele or anything, but I’m starting to think that I should. Any girl that comes that close to plowing down P. Diddy deserves a chance. And that’s not because I hate P. Diddy, that’s because every damn time “I’ll Be Missing You” comes on the radio, for a hot minute I think it’s “Every Breath You Take,” and it’s immeasurably disappointing, and someone needs to pay for that.