'I paid Jerry Hall £10,000 to lay on my bed for few hours' - Diarmuid Gavin
Diarmuid Gavin tells Barry Egan how he sketched the model to give him inspiration for a new garden
Celebrity gardener and TV star Diarmuid Gavin has revealed how he paid the world's most famous rock wife a small fortune to recline on a bed so he could immortalise her for a garden in Bagenalstown, County Carlow.
"I paid £10,000 to Jerry Hall to lie on a bed for a few hours so I could sketch her shape as inspiration for a garden," he told the Sunday Independent.
"Louis Walsh - who had previously arranged for me to pitch ideas to Simon Cowell - loaned me his London flat for the 'rendezvous' with Jerry."
Louis's apartment was packed with Warhol paintings, some of them of a certain car bumper-lipped singer with the Rolling Stones.
Before Jerry arrived, Diarmuid "discreetly" turned the paintings of her ex Mick Jagger "to the wall".
For the next five hours, Jerry reclined on the bed in various sultry poses.
Jerry was perfect, wonderful, shapely, he recalled.
Diarmuid even joked that it was in his power to make her derrière as large or as small as he wished.
Notwithstanding his love of Rolling Stones' music, Diarmuid says that his favourite acts are Hozier ("Take Me To Church is a wonderful song and a challenge I think to how fucked up the Church has been") and, of course, U2.
Diarmuid's late father Jack worked in the GPO when he was a teenager with Bono's dad and uncle.
"They were all huge opera buffs together in the GPO," he remembers. The U2 connection with Diarmuid Gavin does not end there.
A few years ago, Diarmuid's hairdresser and photographer pal James Mooney, who "between flying around the world on Liam Neeson's jet, brought me to meet [bassist] Adam [Clayton] in London."
Diarmuid lived on the next street. "I designed a garden for Adam, dropped the plans in his letterbox the day they were starting a world tour. But I never heard back."
He was slightly more successful with U2's guitarist.
One day, in his early 20s, Diarmuid got on his bicycle and dropped around, unannounced - and decidedly uninvited - to The Edge's house in Dublin.
"He was quite surprised! I just knocked on the door. He told me that maybe I should write to the U2 office. I just wanted to say hello. It was very embarrassing, very embarrassing. God! This idiot arrives on a bicycle to say he loves your music."