Well its been an interesting few weeks. Ups and downs. I am now pleased to announce that I am now moving back to my old group for the next few months, which makes me very happy indeed.
I've not really been reading the papers much this week, so there will be no slaggings off from me this time. I was lucky enough to be outside Baker Street station to snap a celeb the other day. I was very pleased, since the last celebrity I managed to snap was Piers Morgan, who really doesn't count. I DID get to light Rula Lenska's fag a while ago, but that probably doesn't count either, since nobody apart from me can apparently remember who she is.
Anyway, I was stood outside the station on Tuesday minding my own business when I heard a girl scream. I turned round and saw a group of people surrounding someone, so of course I assumed someone had collapsed. I immediately marched up to the crowd, my first aid skills honed, and was just about to give my usual lecture about teenage girls needing to eat properly, when I saw that the group of people were all happy. So, I then assumed that either it was Jordan herself who had collapsed, or that there was some other possible reason. It was then that I
noticed a cute youth smiling in the middle of this throng, signing autographs and posing for the camera. Having no fucking idea who it was, I of course reached straight for my camera and took the shot you can see top left. I discussed this at length with my two 50 something friends and we all decided we had no clue. However, it turns out that it is none other than an actor called Nicholas Hoult, who apparently plays someone called Peter Beale in a popular long running soap called "Eastenders". So that was a result. He was with a girl with big knockers and blonde hair and I took a picture of her as well, which I am not going to publish on account of the fact that she is not famous. Unfortunately, by the time I had whipped my camera out he was on his way down the street, and there is nothing more embarrassing(or possibly illegal) than a 40 year old man running down the street, chasing after some boy he has no clue as to the identity of. So the shot was a bit hasty. Anyway, he was kind enough to let me take this shot later when he had ditched the girlfriend, which was nice of him.
Anyway, if that was not enough celebrities I also went to see Peter Murphy tonight with Helen and Osk. Helen is a big Peter Murphy fan. Me and Osk didn't really know too much about him but we went in good faith and a jolly good time was had as well. In fact, as Osk has twittered: "I ...need to see that again"!. High praise indeed! I'll leave you with a picture of the over painted old goth. Sweet dreams.



