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Piers Morgan Talks About Kate Moss KICKING Him

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Piers Morgan almost made a lifetime enemy out of Kate Moss.

The journalist has been writing for the Daily Mail and keeping a sort of diary. He wrote about attending a dinner party thrown by Sir Philip Green and GQ editor Dylan Jones to support Help For Heroes where he ran into Moss.

That’s when things got awkward. Piers reveals:

Kate Moss, one of the world’s most successful models, and a woman with whom I’ve had a series of ridiculous and rather baffling run-ins.
She had me thrown out of a masked ball a few years ago, and recently ran up and kicked me in the leg at Naomi Campbell’s celebrity fashion show for Haiti.
I’ve never been quite sure what it’s all about, other than perhaps a mistaken belief on her part that I was still editor of the Mirror when the paper exposed her cocaine abuse. (I wasn’t, and anyway, it doubled her earning power, so what’s the big problem exactly?)
But I’ve decided to try to end as many ‘small pond’ feuds as possible before heading to New York, so I walked over and sat down opposite Miss Moss.

According to Piers, Kate thinks he's an a-hole. Really.

Morgan goes on to add in detail a short conversation they then had. He reports he told Moss:

'Evening, Kate.’
‘Oh no – look what the cat’s dragged in,’ she mocked.
‘Now, now, I come bearing olive branches.’
‘Apologise,’ she demanded.
‘For what?’
‘Being an ***hole all your life.’
It seemed a fair enough charge.
‘I’ll do that if you apologise for kicking me.’
‘OK.’
I cleared my throat. ‘I’m sorry for being an ***hole all my life.’
Silence.
‘Your turn, Kate.’
‘No, I’m not apologising to you. Forget it.’
‘OK, then I’ll have to retract my own apology.’
Sir Philip Green appeared. ‘You two made up yet?’
‘Not quite,’ I said.
At which point I felt a Louboutin-pointed foot lash out under the table and collide with the table leg.
‘Did you just try to kick me again?’
She giggled, then asked, ‘Are you gay?’
‘No,’ I replied. ‘I just don’t fancy you – sorry. More a Cindy Crawford man myself.’

That just brings out the LOLz.

Luckily these two made up and it seems Moss isn't hating on him any longer. And if you want to find out how the rest of their conversation went, check it out after the jump!

[Image via WENN.]

'Evening, Kate.’
‘Oh no – look what the cat’s dragged in,’ she mocked.
‘Now, now, I come bearing olive branches.’
‘Apologise,’ she demanded.
‘For what?’
‘Being an ***hole all your life.’
It seemed a fair enough charge.
‘I’ll do that if you apologise for kicking me.’
‘OK.’
I cleared my throat. ‘I’m sorry for being an ***hole all my life.’
Silence.
‘Your turn, Kate.’
‘No, I’m not apologising to you. Forget it.’
‘OK, then I’ll have to retract my own apology.’
Sir Philip Green appeared. ‘You two made up yet?’
‘Not quite,’ I said.
At which point I felt a Louboutin-pointed foot lash out under the table and collide with the table leg.
‘Did you just try to kick me again?’
She giggled, then asked, ‘Are you gay?’
‘No,’ I replied. ‘I just don’t fancy you – sorry. More a Cindy Crawford man myself.’
She stared straight into my eyes, furious at first, then burst out laughing.
‘You’ve got me all wrong,’ I persisted. ‘Ask Naomi.’
‘She hates you too.’
‘No she doesn’t. I’ll prove it.’
I phoned Miss Campbell.
‘Naomi, please tell Kate what a nice man I am.’
‘OK,’ said Naomi. ‘I will.’
I passed my phone to Kate, and could see her face scrunch into a tight ball of disbelief.
‘What? No, he’s not. Is he? Really?’
I smiled. ‘See? Told you.’
Half an hour later, the ice had thawed, the bottle of wine we were sharing had disappeared, and I extended the hand of peace. Kate took it, and we shook. Not exactly Potsdam, but hey, it’s a start.
‘Your place or mine?’ I winked.
And she giggled again.

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