'Spike, is Angel... crying?'
Well, well, well. I went to Hay-on-Wye yesterday to watch James Dean Bradfield & Patrick Jones sit there and nod sagely. So anyway, I now have Mr. Bradfields autograph in a horrible frame on my bookshelf! Woohoo! He looked kind of fat and old, but oh well! His signature is pretty bad too, it's more of a scrawl than a signature. But he's James Dean Bradfield, so all is forgiven! Woohooo! So now I can say I've met, Liam Gallagher, James Dean Bradfield and... (my ultimate favourite) HAROLD FROM NEIGHBOURS!!!! *WHEEZE*!
Well, I'm done. Except to say, gosh darn it, if only I could've gone to the Buffy convention last year.
So ayup, and I saw Patrick Jones, but I didn't go anywhere near him in case he started reciting his poetry again. Not that his poetry isn't good, it's just that he stutters and splutters alot. But Patrick's cool. Yay. Woohoo! Feel my joy. I wish we could've gone to see his play 'The War Is Dead, Long Live The War', but as it transpired... we didn't. Because we went to see Michael Ignatieff (that's spelt so wrong huh?) talk about spiralling violence and humanity and... stuff... but then he didn't show up. So we got free cherries & water to ease our RAGE.
Well, I'm done. Except to say, gosh darn it, if only I could've gone to the Buffy convention last year.
So ayup, and I saw Patrick Jones, but I didn't go anywhere near him in case he started reciting his poetry again. Not that his poetry isn't good, it's just that he stutters and splutters alot. But Patrick's cool. Yay. Woohoo! Feel my joy. I wish we could've gone to see his play 'The War Is Dead, Long Live The War', but as it transpired... we didn't. Because we went to see Michael Ignatieff (that's spelt so wrong huh?) talk about spiralling violence and humanity and... stuff... but then he didn't show up. So we got free cherries & water to ease our RAGE.