I really didn't want to write a gushing report on my attendance at the Public Enemies press conference with Johnny Depp yesterday – it's just so clichéd and, well, girly – but I'm afraid due to totally avoidable and foreseen circumstances, that’s exactly what's going to happen. So I apologise here and now for the torrent of adoration and admiration that is about to spew out onto this page, and only hope that you can forgive my weaknesses and shortcomings in the face of the most beautiful face in the business.

I take solace from the fact that I will not be alone in my gushiness - the swanky underground banquet room in the Berkeley Hotel was jam-packed with eager beavers from the press world hankering for their big moment to share air with the legendary movie star, and it was quite the pitiful sight when he finally walked into the room. Lipsticked women and decidedly heterosexual men alike came over all funny when the lovely Mr Depp climbed the stage and did a quirky one eyebrow-raised double take at the larger-than-life poster of himself decorating the wall behind him, before sitting down in a plush leather armchair.

In jeans, white shirt and grey waistcoat he looked comfortable and relaxed as questions began flooding in from those lucky chosen press members, while others clambered to get into the eyeline of the moderator for the chance to grasp their own two minutes of eye contact time with the actor.

Questions ranged from the sensible - his method of preparation for the role of Dillinger (he read a lot of books), what it's really like to work with Christian Bale (he's a great guy…so there) and which of all his characters was it hardest to say goodbye to (Edward Scissorhands), to the frankly ridiculous - "Johnny, what is your beauty regime?", but all were answered in depth and with ease, if varying in their tone of sarcasm.

Being objective for a moment, Depp is actually every bit as charismatic and witty as you would hope him to be, and we his doting audience hung on his every word and tittered and giggled at all the right moments although, embarrassingly, perhaps to a degree that was not totally unbiased.

As is always the case when you're in stroking distance of your idol, time rushed on and you could suddenly feel the rise of disappointment as the audience sensed its time was at an end. But then what do you know, one lucky Screenrush journalist was handpicked to put forward the very last question of the session. I believe I asked something about working with a director of the calibre of Michael Mann, but it's hard to recall exactly – all I know is that for two blissful minutes, Johnny Depp was looking at me and talking to me, and I hadn't had to break any kind of law to get him to do it.

 Georgine Waller