It’s 4am in a packed Parisian nightclub in 2007, the music is pumping, and I am surrounded by dozens of scantily-clad women all writhing furiously. It’s quite the end to a journalistic assignment but you can’t say I haven’t been warned. Just hours before I’d interviewed P Diddy in the French capital during which he bragged: “There is no party like a Diddy party.
” Only now and with the rapper languishing in prison , do the words have a sinister quality. But back then it was a great soundbite that made me laugh. READ MORE: P Diddy bombshells from unsealed indictment - alleged kidnapping to 1,000 bottles of lube READ MORE: P Diddy's wild dating history - soulmate tragedy, J-Lo cheating claim and 'disingenuous' apology And I vividly remember thinking he was true to his word, as sitting regal-like in the corner of the club, Diddy generously sent over endless magnums of champagne to my table.
“These are on Diddy..he wants you to have a good night,” said a member of his entourage who had invited me along as the rapper enjoyed our chat.
I’m in a tiny VIP room which is filled to the brim with women specially hand-picked by Diddy’s entourage. Some are from the club itself, others have been transported by his team from the earlier show. As I quaff glass after glass of the finest bubbles, my evening takes a strange turn as, at one point, a stray foot brushes my face.
A woman - minus her heels - is being lifted over the throng by two burly members of security and plo.