‘My rule about spoilers might make me one of the worst people alive’

He dies… (Picture: HBO)

I think we can all agree that next to fishermen and lumberjacks, being an entertainment journalist is easily the third (maybe fourth) most dangerous job in the world. 

My fellow gossipmongers and I take our lives into our own hands every time we walk a red carpet and risk being blinded by the flash of a paparazzi’s camera.

We brawl with celebrity publicists in hotel suites, email inboxes and coffee shops to get the freshest scoops, and worst of all, we have to spend time in the most toxic place on earth, X.

We put up with all of this to bring you stories so hot you need oven gloves to read them.

Yet, unarguably the biggest downside of being an entertainment journalist is that spoilers become part of your day-to-day.