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.