The world that is anything ‘Next Top Model’ hardly has to be explained. Tyra set up the concept years ago (literally years, I think they’re on their 22nd cycle now in The States) and it has been a hit show ever since. So many countries have leaped onto this bandwagon and when you live in a country that has given birth to some of the biggest names in the biz, we couldn’t help but join team Tyra and find the future faces of the fashion industry. You might be surprised to know that we are currently midway through our 8th cycle and it’s my second consecutive year working as a judge.

This year we jetted off to Los Angeles to film part of the season and when they say that everybody in Los Angeles is ‘somebody,’ I can tell ya, they aren’t wrong.

The problematic part about this though is that not everyone shines on the cover of People magazine, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t famous. Take Mauricio Umansky for example. One of the wealthiest real estates agents around and married to Kyle Richards – I walked straight past him. But then again you probably wouldn’t yell ‘hey look who it is’ when Neil Diamond is seated beside you in a restaurant either.

Let’s just say, my celebrity radar isn’t really on point (I was once seated next to Kanye in hotel Le Meurice without realizing it) and to be fair, it’s impossible to remember and know everyone. Please keep this in mind as you continue to read this.

Fellow jury member and model Anouk Smulders and I were in the mood to do something ‘iconic’ during one of our days off. And preferably something with the beach. Unfortunately L.A. doesn’t really have any beach clubs like we’re used to back in Europe where you can rot away for hours on a beach bed with a cocktail in hand. But hotel ‘Shutters on the Beach’ was damn near close.

This place is worthy of five stars and has an impeccable beach view. The only unfortunate thing is that their terrace only has five tables, so when we were finally able to pop a squat at one of the tables, we decided to stay a while. To the right of us there was a man with the most charming Irish accent and with him were two blondes and a brunette. One of the blondes happened to be his wife.

After a glass of wine he asked us where we came from. “From the country that gave us God???” The man practically leaped off the terrace when he heard that we came from the Netherlands. The reason being that the man in question is in love with Dennis Bergkamp (old Dutch soccer hero for anyone who isn’t familiar with the name). Anouk, always in for a joke, said: “You mean my brother?”

The man pulled up a chair and spent an hour chatting about Bergkamp’s best penalties and the moment he made his best goal in history ever for Arsenal against Newcastle. If I’ve somehow built up the curiosity to watch it, click here. More wine was ordered and Anouk was bombarded with questions about her infamous brother.

A wise man once told me that when you’ve altered reality a bit, you have to stick as close to the truth as you can and so Anouk told him that we were in L.A. shooting Holland’s Next Top Model and that her and I were members of the jury. His proposal; follow each other on twitter.

Though I had already had a few glasses of wine, what I saw was in fact correct. This man had 4,5 million followers. This was definitely the case of a ‘somebody.’ The man in question was Piers Morgan. Writer, journalist and jury member for Britain and American’s Got Talent. And from that moment on we decided it would be best to just sit there and keep our lips sealed.

The following morning Anouk received a DM on Twitter. Precisely. From Piers. “It was really nice meeting you, but Dennis Bergkamp appears to have three brothers and no sister. Did I miss something?”

Anouk was a bit clueless when it came to writing back and that’s when she realized she was in L.A. and so she wrote: “I always wanted to go into acting. You think I’ll have a shot?”