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Quote of the day: "Amidst all the joking there is just a little sadness which will ultimately, I hope, in the very near future become a little ray of sunshine." P |
Regardless of the feeling of impending doom
that I've had for the past few days (undoubtedly also fuelled by a load of
female hormones) the Ray Of Light night went smoothly. I went really well,
actually! The trip down to London was uneventful, the hotel quite acceptable, and all shops were closed! I bought a bucket load of sushi from this new pick & match shop -- excellent! When do we get one of those in the province?! I texted Kristine and found out that they were planning to go even earlier than me, so I was there in full mess-up by 10 PM.
My worries about not getting into the
club due to lack of ticket were completely unfounded as Tommy himself
charmingly welcomed me at the door, remembered my name and basically
beckoned me in! LOL The atmosphere in the club was great, very nice -- and it didn't even get too hot. The music was cheesy pop in one room and punk in the other. Spoilt for choice, really! George was on at about 1:30 and did 3
songs. I guess the audience was a bit bewildered by his new "Raggaton"
style, and the sound wasn't brilliant. But he was gorgeous!! He had these
two "dancers" with him on stage who added a lot of movement to the
performance (including a lot of X-rated movements). George did one new song about rent boys
entitled The "Czech Is In The Post", haha -- sounds familiar (the title I
mean). Very nice. Most of us stayed on until 4 and then took a night bus back to the centre. I spent ages de-frizzing my hair, as you do, and didn't really get any sleep to speak of. |
I did get a chance to say a quick hello to
Dusty yesterday, who -- according to my spies -- had already posted
a "correction" note on her forum saying she had mixed me up and I seemed
OK. Ah, so much love! LOL I never believed she meant any harm even though she can be quite "impulsive": Calling the auction audience "stinking cunts", for example, is maybe not the best selling strategy! LOL Whatever, she didn't start it anyway. And as far as Stuey is concerned: He hates everybody, including George. So I'm in good company. xxx
Today after checkout I walked around Oxford
Street and Covent Garden, buying makeup and incense and books...
I'm sick of people (who I've never wasted a thought on) telling me that everything I (apparently) think about them is wrong and that the truth is coincidently just the opposite of what I am thinking. It seems to be the great new tune:
Oh, You don't know anything about me!
True, because you never won't tell me anything! So who's fault is
that?! LOL Oh, he's actually a really nice bloke! |
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Person of the day: Kenneth |
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Song
of the day: I Can See Clearly Now Anonymous busker |
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