I find it funny when I see pictures of celebrities powering around Venice in water taxis or the like because it feels like they’re in my own little private city.

I went to Venice at Christmas a few years ago with my boyfriend and because most people, tourists or locals, were at home with their families and a lot of restaurants/shops closed, it was really quiet. At night especially, we wandered around the narrow, car-less streets for hours and didn’t see anyone else. Obviously all the canals and lovely buildings make it seem rather magical and unworldly anyway, but because it was empty, it felt like a private town in a dream or something. We met as many cats as people on those middle-of-the-night strolls - so that made it even more dreamlike for us feline-fans.

Now Angelina and Brad, amongst others, are traipsing around with their children and their red carpets in our private little world - it seems really odd, like they’re being photographed in a place I only imagined.

I don’t feel that way about photos of celebrities and premieres in London, even though I’ve been there many, many, many times - because I’ve always shared the city with about 8 million other people - not like private Venice.

On a related note, I’m also interested how it feels when paparazzi shots of Prince Harry’s girlfriend Chelsy Davy at the University of Leeds are inevitably published over the next few months — I live in Leeds at the moment, worked at the University for six years and am doing a part time Masters course there myself at the moment. Seeing shots of her on, say, the Parkinson Building’s steps (where I regularly ate lunch) might be a very strange experience…