DOWNTOWN SATISFACTION

So last night Billie Jean, D Banga and I hit up An Intimate night with Petula Clarke. Thanks for the tickets Vinka and Billie, the seats were INSANE.





The lighting was fucked for an iPhone camera. I kept making Billie wolf whistle, cos I can't wolf whistle. Fucking roll my R's either.
After an AMAZING show, with great old mate old boys and ladies spinning yarns in intermission, I saw a sign. Well, I didn't see it until I had waited for an usher to look the other way and had jumped on stage.



I took this after I nearly got sprung for being backstage because the sound dude knew I was on the lurrrk. Just fed him a Big Mac of bullcrap and jetted up stairs, BJ and DBanga in tow.
Wrong way.
Then we found a way into a meet and greet.
We were quickly sheparded out with the rest of the punters trying to get a signature. But it's me man.
I spun some wool and 15 minutes later, Feen, Dan and I were backstage.
The VIP meet and greet.
No sandwiches though, or rider either. Disappointed P'toolz.



I was wearing shorts and a hoody. I felt, different.



You know he would of fed the ducks over her when he was young. Jesus Christ. Look at him.





I even got a one question interview with her about the REAL meaning of Downtown. ONLY THING IS THAT FUCKING IPHONE NOTE DICTAPHONE DIDNT WORK AND HER NAZI MANAGER WAS A DOG.
I did dictate it to Dan when we went got zooted afterwards, so i'm sure it was feasible.



Feen copped a 20 dollar program.



I just got this signed. Fuck your whole crew homie, I'm more hated, even my mums uterus wanted to disown me.

Was a good night.