Finally! I know you've all been desperate to hear about it. So, Sarah is one of my oldest friends. I met her and her sister, Susan, outside Matt Goss's place about 15 years ago. I was singing Bucks Fizz songs, they joined in, and the rest is ... er ... history.
So Sarah's getting married at the end of this month and so, at the end of last month, I headed to the Big City (London) to give her a send-off. Due to the hopelessness of British train travel, we only had time at the hotel to get changed, slap on some slap, eat a couple of doughnuts (London = Krispy Kremes) before heading out into the night late afternoon.
The bride to be is in the middle, working the cleavage. :)
We went first to the Absolut Ice Bar. This is an, um, bar made of, um,
ice. No, really. All of it: the glasses, the seating, everything. It's
minus 6 and you get a lovely thermal cloak and gloves to wear.
I know this pic is a bit blurred, but I love it because of the background. We look like some sort of dementedly happy secret society!
It was really good, but I couldn't have stayed there much longer than the allotted hour. I'd only managed to take one sock with me to London (?) and one of my feet was freezing (don't worry, I had boots on).
From there we went out into the surprisingly warm air and to Pizza Express. On the rest of the photos I look drunk and demented - even though I wasn't! It's so unfair!
From Pizza Express we went to a ... nightclub. Yes, a nightclub. Me! It was full of sickeningly young and attractive bastards who lucky Sarah got to kiss and have her photo taken with since it was her night. Pah.
On the way home, there was a guy walking alongside us and he started
chatting to Katy. I glanced at him. Looked. Looked again and then said,
"What's your name?" "Roger," he said. "You used to be a model!" said I.
"And your brother was too! And you had a single out!" He agreed to it
all and seemed rather excited to have been recognised. "Susan and Sarah will
know you too!" I said before shrieking, "Susan! Sarah! Look! Look who it is!!" They ran
back and were just as excited as me (and Roger).
"We saw you at the Fast Forward Funday," said Susan, brilliantly. Roger was so delighted that he almost came home with us. I almost let him. I mean, look at him. Woof.
I'd really like to Google him, but I'm not sure "roger the model" would get the results I'm looking for... (Due to more sensible Googling I found him! Look! I forgot he was in The Lion King - that would have been a cooler thing to mention than the Fast Forward Funday... Check out his modelling portfolio. Lisa, I bet you recognise him, don't you?)
So back at the hotel, Sarah was more than a little the worse for wear and we had a chat and some more doughnuts before heading for bed. I'd like to say I had a good night's sleep, but I was woken more than once by violent retching. And, for once, it wasn't me. Sorry, Sarah.
So, as Susan said, we met a famous person, got in after midnight and someone was sick. A top night all round.
