Hello, this is Hollywood calling
When you're in the back of a taxi, juggling iPad and Twitterland, and your caller ID comes up as Beverly Hills, California, it's one not to miss.
The caller was my favourite Irish gal in Hollywood, Ms Victoria Smurfit.
It was 8.30am, her time, and the mother-of-three sounded beyond sparky, even before doing the school run in Santa Monica.
We laughed about the King's Head, close to her home, where the Irish ex-pats still go for mugs of tea and rasher sandwiches before the Irish rugby games.
The two of us were plotting outfits because Victoria will be at Leopardstown today in her capacity of ambassador for the Irish Champions Weekend, and as I'm judging the 'Best Dressed' competition, we really wanted to get out ducks in a row - Victoria announced that she intended to be "swaddled in Louise Kennedy".
We caught up on how her kids are doing, now that they're back at school. Victoria recalled how the family had gone out horse riding north of LA, to a ranch where her five-and-a-half-year-old son, Flynn, proved himself to be an accomplished horse hander.
"There was an electrical storm and he just hung on like an old pro and then looked around at us and announced 'it's ok, I've got this'.
"Flynn is absolutely obsessed with horses and he and wants us to get one and keep it in the garage," laughed Victoria.
A little while later, Ms Smurfit called me back to clarify "I'm not a style ambassador for Dunnes Stores, but it is my guilty pleasure. I order it online and I tell everyone here that it is this exclusive label from Ireland."
That sounds a lot like something I'd do.