Jetting into a global music festival by helicopter, looking down at the colourful crowds, is the dream. But even though I was dressed like all the other festivalgoers and my team and I blended in seamlessly, I was carrying a two-way radio and staying sober throughout. I was there in my job as a close protection officer – a bodyguard in layman’s terms – looking out for my wealthy client, who wanted to be just like any other attendee.
‘I’m ready to cope if the unexpected happens’
Blonde and six feet tall, I could pass as her athletic friend. And while those of us looking after her couldn’t let our hair down, we made sure she
