By the way, Nealons was packed on Saturday night. Thank you all for turning up. 'I never knew my blog readership were so good looking and trendy' I remarked, looking round approvingly at the crowd.
'Yeaaaah...' said Joanne, doubtfully.
'I mean, I had always imagined them as horrible, nerdy things, my fans, but it seems they brush up well.'
Funny how none of you pestered me for autographs or urged drinks on me. Funny-I-find-this-very-upsetting, not funny-haha. Something else I found very upsetting was Paula's blatantly rude attitude towards my part in the success of the evening. I think she may even refuse to share her DJ fee with me, even though it is only through my brilliant marketing skills on this site that the place got filled. Bi-atch.
Speaking of upsetting things, where can I go for my "Dublin Bids a Fond Farewell to it's Adopted Daughter, Lucy" night? Obviously space is important, as is proximity to my house so I can easily drop home all the presents my fans will urge on me. I am thinking of renting out the Point, to accomodate all my grieving supporters. Not that I am DYING remember; just moving to Waterford. Take heart in this, friends. Death would mean I couldn't blog! But I plan to send blog entries up the country to Aoife on donkey. So Feigning Interest shall live on, even when I go into that dark, dark place... Tramore.
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I think Lucy retreating to Tramore is brilliant! Good on ya Lucy. I knew you'd never make it in the big bad world but hey, at least you gave a shot! A pretty lame shot but god loves a try-er. And don't hang your head in shame, be proud - the world needs people like you! just like we need uneducated people to collect our waste, or nigerians to fragrance us in the toilets of the Baldy Man. This is probably the best move you could've made, you may aswell settle down now and get knocked up (good luck!).
We were too scared to come over and talk, plus your security team ensured that we stayed a safe distance away from you. We didn't have half as much fun on the street as the people inside. Can we get on the list next time?
That depends. Send a photo first.
Aoife;
Don't be rude.
That was me Lucia, Im too chicken shit to say bold things AND put my name to them.
Thanks Lucy - don't worry though, like you I'm used to people constantly asking for signed photographs. What pic do you want then Joey? Left or right foot?
Does that contain innuendo that Im too innocent to pick up on? If so YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF. If not, both please.
Can't spot the innuendo either so you're safe on that one. Post your e-mail then...
*Apologies LA for degrading the blog in this manner but, I'm only trying to help your friends with their limb perversions*
As blog chaperone I must warn Joanne and Curly to stop flirting or they are both barred. Less of the smutty talk, you two, dya hear? This is a family blog.
You could be an axe murderer Curly. Or worse, a yank. Or WORSE, a nerd. Im scared of the internet. Look what you've done to me Lucy. I used to be able to demand respect.
Sorry L. I'll get back sharpening my axe, I'm painting the stars and stripes on the blade but today I accidently spilt some red paint on my Star Trek annual 1995.
I hate when that happens.
What did I tell you two?! Don't make me turn the hose on ye!
The 1995 Star Trek album was very overrated. Curly, will I see you at Warhammer club this week, or are you having your braces tightened again?
Braces that hold your trousers up or braces that hold your teeth in?
Huw, can't wait! I've got some new +40 Elves, they'll destroy your +43 gargoyles as long as I roll a 6! - I've had to delay the brace-tightening as I've got a date with my sister.
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