So I just got back from some crazy promo gig at the Hard Rock. Amy MacDonald supported by some Icelandic chic. Someone forwarded the invite to me a couple of days ago and I thought… why the hell not? It ain’t theatre but it’s still a free bar.
Turns out I did actually know a couple of Amy MacDonald songs… I just figured she was Shakira. Am I the only person crazy enough to get Amy MacDonald mixed up with Shakira? Apparently the hips don’t lie in scotland either.
So Twinkle and I went – along with her three giant bags after she’d been locked in a day of auditions since the crack of dawn – and enjoyed the free bar, and ate the free food, and bopped along contentedly to the support.
They wouldn’t serve at the bar until Amy MacDonald had finished warbling. 20 minutes into her set we high tailed it back to Charing Cross in a cab and snared ourselves some cocktails in Jewel on Maiden Lane.
I was slightly distracted, it has to be said, by my weekend prospects. Things have gotten a bit weird with Movie Man, you see. It might have something to do with the fact that I never replied to his email after he asked what evening my preference was this weekend. Or maybe I’ve just ignored him one too many times when running past his desk in a stress.
I’m sorry Movie Man… but my job affects million pound production budgets. Yours affects 30 second video edits. I’m allowed to get a bit stressed in my daily life and may forget that I once fell onto your cock from time to time.
I’ve been trying to coordinate an evening with Forbidden. I know, I know, it’s wrong and I shouldn’t… but I want to fuck him so bad I’m past caring. I suggested maybe I could come and see his show on Saturday night… and added that I had better get a damn good ‘show’ since I’m travelling so damn far to see him.
‘For you my love, it will be nothing but!’ was his reply. Ooo, cryptic. ‘Just come off stage so I’m really hot and tired’ I bet you are, you sexy man you.
I’ll keep you posted, I’m pretty sure I’ll get a shag in exchange for making the effort to go see this show.
Ps, is any one else currently having their subconcious brain fried by the terrifying sounds of BB11 right now? I may snap and disconnect the ariel if someone doesn’t turn that crap off soon. Geez.
Night folks, I’m off to have sexy dreams and whatnot about Forbidden Fruit!