I'm gonna do you like an insect-infested bag of wheat
Went to see the mighty boosh last night. Was a fucken' riot. Wish I'd been drunk, though. Think it all would have been that bit more amusing. God, I'd love to make a career out of fucking up on stage.
was all convinced that noel and julian were the loveliest, most charimastic duo to ever grace aberdeen, until I heard some far too reliable gossip that NF went to snafu afterwards, pointed at the girls he wanted and then had a threesome in a bathtub whilst his minder was sent off to get in the drugs. Sort of not too out there, is it? Also it is apparently common knowledge that julian barratt is a massive cokehead? awwww. I feel sad.
Had to ponder whether i'd starfuck noel fielding, there. Sadly I think the answer is probably. I mean, he's no carl barat (nor is he russell brand, who I think I really would love to have sex with - I like to think that it would be quite deep - ha!! i'm so forlorn and deluded) but ho hum. Anyway, I don't suppose I'd have got the yes point. Was wearing a leotard and a doilie. Can't even spell doilie. doily? dooiiill something.
Live show was a good time, though. Had even less of a plot than the last one, which is saying quite a lot! but that I still managed to be doubled up with laughter for like 3 hours despite the lack of plot says it all I suppose. Bob Fossil was a fucken' hero. Naboo just pissed himself laughing, all the time. was nice. entertaining number of scenesters in the crowd, a lot of whom had been brought by their parents - haahahhaahahahahahha!
anyway, off to bed. still feeling a bit like shit, and slightly worried about the on/off aching in my L lower back...BEHAVE YOURSELVES, KIDNEYS!! or else. I don't know what else. but really. sigh. I have nothing to say. *gives up*