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 festival goers 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.
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 that she could. Protecting clients at places like Ascot, Wimbledon, Henley Royal
