namechange for friend's sake - see below please!
Out with friend this morning for coffee with DC. I am so proud of her - she has just got into her new home, spent 2 months in refuge after getting away from abusive violent controlling evil twunt of a man. So just having coffee outside cafe, all DCs having early lunch, chatting away and a van pulls up and suddenly theres two blokes, one with a film camera and the other one with a mic and they start interviewing people, stopping them on the street and asking them if they prefer nicole scherzinger (spelling?) or cheryl cole. It is a busy high street with plenty of traffic and people walking by but they are close enough that we can hear they are saying they are from Ch.5.
friend starts shaking and shooing DCs along to hurry up eating and I say whats wrong? Was immediate change in her. She says they're filming theyre filming they're going to see us and he is going to know where we are (she has a steel wire in her jaw and still in pain to breath 6 months after he broke her sternum and several ribs by holding her up against wall and punching her repeatedly, vicious fuck would always say he was good with his hands, sorry going off topic but anyway so you know what she she is so afraid of)
so i go up and say would you mind not filming here my friend and I do not want to be filmed and I lied and said I was the one who had been in abusive relationship and had to run away so that was why I was asking not to film near us (we were effectively backdrop to where they were stopping people to ask them qns). They say oh were not filming now, no I say but when you are can you just not move along a bit so we can finish lunch, but we're not even filming you they say. We will point in the other direction they say.
I am a bit fucked off by this stage but sit back down (DCs are squabbling over something, baby screaming etc). Friend is still nervous and on edge. And then I see they are still fucking filming with camera pointed towards us. I asked them once more to not film us and I said they were going to force us to move and leave our lunch we had paid for and they just repeated the same thing. I went in to get the manager of cafe and when I came back out they were just jumping into the back of their (illegaly) parked blue van and driving off.
So AIBU to expect not to be filmed for national TV unless I want to be (or freind wants to be really but you know what I mean?) They're reassurances were pretty crap and it was quite clear I was just meant to trust them that we wouldn't end up on TV. I even said to them look I know its a bit paranoid but I was beaten within inch of my life, don't want to repeat the experience if he finds me. The cafe we were sitting outside was not a chain cafe and afaik is peculiar to this particular high st (did not mention this to friend obviously) so was thinking it would be easy for her partner to possibly see her new local high street (flat within 10 mins walking distance).
I guess people who think its important to interview people about whether they prefer nicole's legs to cheryl;s (just one of the insights we could overhear) think being beaten so badly your jaw clicks everytime you eat doesn't warrant them moving their stupid camera even 10 yards down the road. GRRRRRRRR.