Interview With One Of The Grand Daughter Whom Her Family invented Thr Quality Street ” Mackintosh ” – مقابلة مع احدى حفيدات صانعي كاكاو ماكنتوش
The star of reality show Made In Chelsea on being an exhibitionist, getting bullied at boarding school and why she isn’t as wealthy as people think she is
I’m a total exhibitionist.
When I signed up for Made In Chelsea, I was concerned that my family would object to some of my wild antics. But they couldn’t have been more supportive. My grandfather rang me up after one episode and congratulated me on how well I’d done when I stripped down to my underwear and brandished a whip.
My family invented Quality Street.
I’m so proud of my toffee connections. Before my great-great-grandparents came along, toffees were more like boiled sweets. In the 1890s my great-great-grandmother invented a new recipe that made for a much tastier and chewier sweet. Her husband successfully marketed them under the Mackintosh name and he became known as the Toffee King of England. His sons went on to invent Quality Street, Caramac and Toffee Crisp, treats that became part of the fabric of our lives. Every time I see a family buying a box of Quality Street for Christmas, it makes me think that my ancestors are responsible for that. The penny-shaped toffee in the yellow wrapper was always my favourite.
Success is always the best form of revenge.
As a kid I was such an ugly duckling, and that made me very unpopular at school. I had braces and glasses, and the other girls nicknamed me Sparrow Legs. They would smear Marmite in my hair and Vaseline on my face. One time someone tried to break my nose. This went on for three years. I was at boarding school, so I was effectively trapped. I so much wanted recognition from the people who were mean to me. Now that I’m a success, it feels like payback for the girls who made my life a misery.
People severely overestimate how wealthy I am.
I’m routinely referred to as the heir to the Quality Street fortune. As though I hit 21 and inherited millions. If only. It’s not as if I get a cut every time someone eats a toffee. My family sold the business years ago. I’m comfortable, but I don’t live a flash life. I don’t have a Bentley or a chauffeur. Unlike Bernie Ecclestone’s daughters, my dad isn’t about to buy me a multimillion-pound flat. My parents helped me out with rent when I first moved to London but I’ve been completely self-sufficient for the past two years.
TV success has forced me to develop a thick skin.
People get very emotional about Made In Chelsea and some of the comments on the social-network sites can be fairly scathing. One of my co-stars, Louise Thompson, even received death threats after being caught cheating on her boyfriend in the show. I’ve not had anything as extreme as that, but I’ve been on the end of some harsh comments. People say some very sick, twisted things. But I’ve learnt to let criticism wash over me. If I didn’t, I’d go mad.
When I go off, I go off big time.
In one earlier episode I threw a martini in Hugo Taylor’s face. That was spontaneous, a natural thing to do when you find out someone’s been cheating on you and you feel furious. I’d found out he’d cheated on me the night before and rang the producers saying I wanted to meet him. I knew I was about to get angry but I didn’t know I was going to throw the drink until he denied it to my face. I usually have a long fuse but I have my limits. Being lied to is something I just won’t stand for. While certain situations are set up in the show, most of the dramatic moments aren’t staged at all. It’s not like I walk out of my front door and the cameras follow me around
‘I’m a no-nonsense businesswoman. I can be ruthless when I need to be,’ said Millie
Don’t call me an It-girl.
I’m sure some people have this idea that my life is an endless cycle of glamorous holidays, oxygen facials, handbag shopping, movie premieres and cocktail parties. Don’t get me wrong: all that is a part of my life. But I’m not some posh bitch who’s been given everything on a plate. What people don’t see is that I work tremendously hard. My family have always been grafters, and from an early age I was encouraged to have a work ethic. I’ll never let that go.
I’ve got mixed feelings about fame.
When I wear a gorgeous outfit to some premiere, I like the idea that I’m being photographed and people will write about it. If I’m in the hairdresser’s flicking through a magazine and I see a photo of myself, I get a kick out of that. But I try to keep it in perspective. I know how to court the press. I know there’s things I can do and say that will guarantee me column inches. But I’ve come to realise there’s a price to pay for playing that game. Especially now that I’ve got a boyfriend who’s in the public eye (rapper Professor Green), things I say can be exaggerated. So I’ve learnt where to draw a line in the sand. For example, my relationship with my boyfriend is now off-limits.
The paparazzi are my friends and my enemies.
Being photographed in public is part of my life. Sometimes the attention is welcome, sometimes not. If I’m attending an event or promoting something, I’ll invite the paparazzi along, because I want the publicity.
I’m a no-nonsense businesswoman.
With any project I’m involved with, I’m very hands-on. I’ll attend every meeting and need to know exactly how things are developing. I can be ruthless when I need to be. If anyone is slacking I’ll be the first to tell them. I expect everyone who works with me to have the same level of commitment and motivation that I put into a project.
Reality TV can be a dead end.
Some people do a reality show, expose themselves as much as they can and then it’s back to obscurity for them. People can get completely used up. Suddenly they’re famous for not being famous. That’s not going to happen to me. I’m too ambitious. I’m aiming to expand my beauty line, have my own clothing line and maybe own my own boutique. If Hollywood comes calling, I’m ready to do movies. I’m not ruling anything out. The sky’s the limit.
We need more glamorous people in this country.
It infuriates me that we don’t make stars like we used to. I’d love to go back to the Sixties and Seventies and hang out with Brigitte Bardot and Marc Bolan on the Riviera. Stars were so much more glamorous back then