Philip and Tina Green. Him, alright. Her, acts like she truly believes she's the most desirable woman on the planet. Someone else later after a few drinks described her as "smug paté" which I don't condone, yet it's surprisingly accurate.
Nicole Scherzinger. Lovely.
Lindsay Lohan. Lovely, bought me a birthday cake and champagne (when discovering in a club it was my birthday and my miserable boyf hadn't bought me anything, she said her boyf hadn't even bothered to get her a cake either and she wasn't having it) then partied back at ours in Mykonos.
Gwen Stefani. So funny.
Michael Owen. Rude.
Will.I.am. Quiet and unengaging.
Darren Day. Desperate for anyone to look at him.
Gemma Collins. Self indulged, undisciplined and generally a bit of a dick.
Sophie Anderson (Anderton?) Whiny and annoying.
Naomi Campbell. Beyond stunning in the flesh. Really nice.
Simon Cowell. Lovely.
Caprice. Came across as desperate in the same way Darren Day did.
Andrew Lloyd Webber. His niece and I played together as children. Fond memories of him, always had time to listen to our tales.
Jack Whitehall. No manners at all. Acts as if he is far more "special and famous" than he remotely is, if that makes sense.
Bill Clinton. Hilarious. Like a brilliant grandad.
Uma Thurman. Batshit crazy, but fabulous.
(I, for a period, dated a very wealthy man, and met 90% of these in the circles he mixed in. There's probably more, but I can't think)