Murder on the dancefloor
guess who was in the George last night? Not ONLY Sophie Ellis Bextor's drummer, who is a complete ride, BUT ALSO...
PATRICK WOLF!
How exciting! I touched the hem of his robe ridiculous scarf. Alas, while Vinnie and Owen made witty urbane banter about indy music and various other cool topics with the man himself, I was making stilted small talk with the straight, female, bored sidekick from PW's band about her recent bout of gastroeneteritis.
Alwuz the bridesmaid, me etc. Just as well really, as all I could think to say to PW was "Err... I read on Popjustice that you get piles from sitting for long periods on your tour bus. Is it really gross?" which wouldn't have made for a very good opening gambit.
This may be a good time to mention that I once sat behind Bono in the cinema (Screen). Glamorous, my life.