Victoria Beckham was the last person I expected at a video games conference.

Before yesterday, I would have thought the chances of it happening were on a par with Susan Boyle doing kids’ TV and Jordan saying anything out loud that doesn’t immediately make me want to hurl myself under a train.

But in she trotted with her small army of publicists and scary-looking bodyguards to have a look around the centre with her kids Brooklyn, Romeo and the other one.

Apparently, we were told, she was there as a guest of Microsoft and came because she wanted her kids to enjoy the show.

I was even told that I may get an interview; some ‘alone time’ with the pencil-thin star.

Excited, I drew up some questions to ask her. Better start with something nice, I thought.

‘So what brings you to E3?’  ‘Are you as excited as I am about the launch of Modern Warfare 2?’ ‘Where’s David? With the nanny?’ and ‘You are looking good’.

Admittedly, the last one is not a question, but at this stage, I had no idea what she would look like, and thought it might earn me some Brownie points, a little more time before her Goebbels-like publicist ushered me out of the room and, if I was lucky, maybe even a rant about how she is sick of the media always commenting on ‘how frail’ she looks.

I even had this great idea of inviting her to take me on in a singing duel on Lips 2, which was just around the corner.

Of course, I knew she would never agree, but was still looking forward to the headline ‘Posh Chickens Out Of Singing Showdown With Hecklerspray’ or ‘Posh Admits Her Singing Voice Sounds Like An Elephant Humping A Fox’.  Admittedly, the last one was a bit of a stretch, but still. Bloody media.

Anyway, I arrived on time, but was quickly told: no interviews. Typical. So I spent the next hour or so following her and her kids around the exhibits hoping to get a couple of words from her.

Well, I got them – get lost. Although she did not say it to me personally, after taking a few too many pictures she murmured a few words to Jack Bauer standing next to her and I was encouraged to move on. I did, fearing some terrible 24 torture situation.

So I moved on, the taste of defeat still clogging up my nose, and was later told that Posh was not the only A-list celebrity at the LA Convention Center, with Mickey Rourke, Justin Timberlake and Steven Spielberg also spotted at the event while I was busy following Posh around.

God, once again, twangs my nose.

But I did not give up, and was soon rewarded with the best celebrity opportunity of them all at an after-show party – a photo opportunity with Christopher Mintz-Plasse (aka McLovin from Superbad).

Check out the photo and feel free to come up with an amusing caption. Looking at the picture, I think my head is twice the size as his. Oh, and notice the sunburn.

As for Posh, well, I have to say, she looked very frail.

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