Of course I would have forsaken even any ideas of football in my head if my beloved Grandfather had been able to attend a reading of his poetry, which happened at Lauderdale House in Highgate today. Alas he could not. Though it was LOVELY! Nice to hear Don's poems read out loud, and great gluten-free sandwiches and juice too (food obsessed).
And so straight after, I clocked the familiar face of this girl I used to idolise from this children's drama I watched as a child. Trying to remember the name of it, I told my sister. 'Moon something, moon something...'
I'm a bit funny around famous people (I'll blog another time about the Captain Darling party toilet incident), and especially people I really remember or have been hugely inspired by, so I couldn't dare go up to her, and was quite happy with a 'See you later' I got from her at the door. Anyway my aunt who had had some champagne (feck, sounds well posh) took me over to her to talk a bit more, and I of course felt like a complete t**t especially because after she told me it was Moondial she was in, I started going on about her shoes in it and only realised later that I got confused between her shoes and the shoes in the Clarks advert I really wanted. I digress into personal expiation. Anyway, then I couldn't go to the toilet, because it had officially closed, and there were people doing experimental dance to MC Hammer (indeed), and she still hadn't left, so she took me by the hand to the toilet which felt like some great personal growth experience to be taken to the toilet later in life by my idol from when I was nine and then her say 'you'll be alright on the way back won't you?' And me to say 'yeeeenoyeeees' but mean 'YES YES I WILL be very alright now you have released me and made me into an independent WOMAN who can come back from the toilet and fight through the experimental MC Hammer dancers ALONE!!!' (me, famous people, idolisation and toilets: A theme).
And then we met Sylvester McCoy (my favourite Dr Who)! Who the Moondial lady had said earlier read my Grandfather's poetry very well one time, so we asked him to read one and he did (unfortunately I took it sideways then I tried to convert it with free software and it didn't go well, so the straight vid is below but really sped up, and the proper one is here but sideways).
So after all of that jocularity amongst famous people we left (with a flower and a vase - no need to question) to go to Tesco and get Pizza Express pizza (yes it's an advert) and sit in the park and eat it. But before that, Craig (brother of sorts) got tired of holding vase so put it outside tesco next to dog. Dog was hot so drank water. Picture to show:
Currently listening to: Meri's Happy Hardcore track
