Hmm….where to begin?
I had been craving an Irish Coffee since the Wednesday when I had one at the Bento Café in Camden- of all places.
So on Friday night I bought myself a litre of Bailey’s Irish Cream. Freddie and I sat in the kitchen, under the new fairy lights, with all the gas burners on for warmth, drinking Irish Coffees and eating reconstituted potato products.
I then watched some of the Children in Need fundraiser on the BBC. I was rather horrified by Madonna’s dress. It looked like it was made of Christmas wrapping paper. Or perhaps she wants to be the Angel atop your tree this year. Lucky you.
She also got the number for the phone line wrong and denied it. Terry Wogan seemed too afraid to argue with her.
I was definitely disappointed by Girls Aloud. To be fair, they were performing outdoors at an RAF base in temperatures that were below freezing while wearing skimpy outfits. They didn’t sing live either. The camera work during the performance was very poor, too, with long, long shots of the audience sitting in the dark and wearing 50 layers of clothes.
I met Richard at the Lincoln Lounge, who were playing some pretty hardcore electro and funky house. There was very peculiar vibe in there but the music was great!
We got to Popstarz fairly early to avoid massive cloakroom queues (it was well bloody cold!) We hooked up with Stuart and his date, A.
Then the drinking commenced. Then the dancing. The Rubbish Room was kicking pop ass with perfect cheesy anthems of joy. I asked for the new Girls Aloud single, Biology. The DJ said he didn’t want to peak to soon, but if we wanted to go down to the indie room, we should come back in an hour and he’ll play it for us.
So that is what we did. I think we probably had 2-3 doubles in the meantime. I ended up with drink going down the wrong way and spitting out a lot of vodka cranberry all over the floor.
Freddie, Lucia etc showed up at some point, too. I can’t remember who else was there. Hmmmm.
We did go back to the Rubbish Room and he did play us Biology. We went mad, and he played other fabulous tracks. It all got very messy and it all turned into a bit of a snog free for all.
Chris Mc appeared nearly collapsing so we got him lots of water but he ended up just joining the snog-free-for-all when he felt better. It all got rather spectacularly messy.
Somehow it got to 4am. I ended up not eating pizza at the pizza parlour across the road with Richard and Chris.
I ran into Freddie and Lucia at the bus stop. I also got a call from Greg, whom I used to work with, and I rambled incoherent at him for a while.
We got on a bus and I sat next to Matt, who dated my hubby a few years back. He was sat between me and Freddie, the poor thing. This is how the conversation went.
Freddie: “SNOW! I want SNOW!”
Me: “I need to PEEEEEEEEE”
Freddie: “SNOW”
Me: “PEE”
Freddie “SNOW”
ME “ It can’t snow. We’re having a North wind from the artic where there is no condensation for clouds to form therefore we can’t get snow”
Freddie “....I don’t care, I want snow!”
Me: “I need to PEEEEEEEEEEE”
Freddie “SNOW!
Me: “I hate your cat”
The next day I woke up with a horrendous hangover and pain in my kidneys. Basically, mild alcohol poisoning. We didn’t make it to Unskinny Bop as a result.
I went to Vanessa’s house instead were we watched the telly and ate lots of chips. She’d just flown in from the UAE and was weirded out by the whole experience.
When I got home I watched X-Factor but fell asleep during Journey South’s performance so I missed the rest of it.
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