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My love affair with magazines started at an early age. When I was 10 I’d “drive my car” (ride my bicycle) to the “Newsagency” (bench in my backyard) to stock up on all the latest mags (usually Smash Hits and my Mum’s House & Gardens). I received my first subscription a year later (Dolly, of course) and on my 18th birthday my friends presented me with an issue of Harper’s Bazaar complete with my photo in place of the Editor’s. Needless to say, my first job in magazines here at CLEO is a dream come true!

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21 Aug, 2009
Some people mistake me for a girly girl. Sure, I work at Cleo and have a penchant for outrageously expensive frocks, but, in actual fact, I’m a closet tomboy. I once had a Canberra Raiders-themed birthday party, I love hanging with the lads for a day at the cricket, and I started wearing my boyfriend’s jeans just because they were comfy, not because Katie Holmes inspired me to.



So when adrenalin.com.au asked if anyone in the office wanted to go for a hot lap in a Porsche race car with seven times Bathurst winner Jim Richards, I jumped at the chance! I hadn’t heard of Richards before, but when I told my boyfriend/guy friends/father that he was taking me for a spin, the most common response was “bullshit!” I was definitely on to a winner.

The day of the hot laps at Sydney’s Oran Park was a wet one but I was comforted by the fact Richards won Bathurst in the rain in 1992 (further research into this matter reveals he won from behind after crashing his car, but, no matter, the man is obviously resilient). I was strapped into the Porsche and fitted with a helmet and headset so that he and I could chat.

To say we were going fast would be a gross understatement (it was more like bloody fast at 280km/h), and after one lap of the track Richards took it up a gear and really showed me what the car was made of. He casually asked me about working at Cleo whilst navigating tight corners and astronomical G force. I gave a few monosyllabic replies.

Driving this fast was no biggie for him, it was as if we were just heading down to the shops for milk. I was positive we were going to smack into a concrete barricade on the final corner, but, of course, we didn’t. It was all part of the rush.

After surviving the ride of my life, I want to go again, and faster!

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