Seconds ago I was sat eating a sandwich outside a studio where Rick Ross was recording an interview with BBC 1Xtra’s Charlie Sloth. Now, I’m racing down flights of stairs amid a small crew of publicists as we try to beat the Miami rapper and his entourage to ground level – they took the lift. As we reach the pavement a cab is already taking off and we find ourselves compactly packaged into a second car as we race Ross through the streets of London.
From the discussion that the publicists are having between them, I discover that if Ross reaches his hotel room before us, our interview isn’t likely to go ahead.
When we reach our destination, a central London hotel that Ross is staying at for the night, there isn’t any sign of the other cab. We did lose sight of it in the rush-hour traffic, so it’s likely long gone by now. A concierge meets us and lets us into a two-bedroom apartment around the side of the building, and we are relieved to find that – other than whoever came and set up a bowl of pears, a reoccurring motif through our day with Ross, although he never actually eats one – we are the first to arrive.