Who, me Anna Friel in my pants with Coke?
1998 is the year when Anna Friel finally makes it big. With four Hollywood films on the go, she’s looking great in all of them making the earth move in Landgirls and keeping Ewan McGregor off the straight and narrow in Rogue Trader, Best of all, she’s ditched the showbiz boyfriends, got a new agent and a brand-new flat and she’s ready. But just for now, she’s all yours… Story: Roger Morton. Photographs: Simon Emmett It’s late evening at Anna Friel’s newly purchased flat in west London, and for the last ten minutes the soap imp4urned-movie beauty has been busy setting the stage. The wine’s uncorked, lighted candles have been placed around the room and the mellow sound ofjames Taylor purrs from the midi system. The fire’s licking, the conversation’s taking off And then horror comes trundling over the tiles. In her post-Brookside years, Anna Friel has fought against homelessness, heartbreak, loneliness, tabloid mauling and professional prejudice. A just-past-teenage Lancashire hippy chi
