I will never foget you standing on that balcony at ibiza showing your bum and shouting 'alright gorgeous' at those builders. Then we went to an allnigh club and you wore those trousers with 'juicy' written on the bottom and gold lame shoes
Wasn't that a wonderful night? I'll always remember the 'WWJD' cross stich you made me at alcoholics anoymous to celebrate our vow to never partake of the demon drink.
wasn't that when we went shopping and you said that only chavs wore pink and bought that matching burberry bag/shoes combo, and the grey twinset and pearls?
and you said 'daaaahling, but of course you do. But some of us are born with it, and some of us aren't. Never mind dear, youll always have your health.'
It was on December 18th and I remember it clearly because I was on my way home from the Venom and Bootle photoshoot. I had taken the Monolith into Camden and had my heart in my mouth when I drove into the underground car park near to the studio because there was less than one inch of clearance between the roof of the car and the ceiling of the car park. But I digress as this post is not about V8 goodness although it is about break horse power in a strange kind of a way.
I was driving back to my palatial home, high up in the hills above North London, with the stereo cranked up loud and the windows down - despite the winter month it was not such a cold day.
I believe it was on Junction Road, just before Tuffnel Park underground station that it started. I heard a shouting over the music and looked to my left. It was emmelinemay on roller skates being pulled past the kebab shop by a herd of people dressed as horses. Suffice it to say that this sort of spectacle warrants a double take so I looked again in the side mirror as they came past. Yep, definiately Emmie.
The lights changed to green at that moment so I floored the beast and started to pull away, burning the Lotus Elise on my right off at the lights and giggling to myself like a loon.
Imagine then, my surprise, as I heard a strangely familiar voice shouting "get out of my way", as a certain young lady and her ... entourage ... piled past on the inside.
I do not believe that is more memorable as the time we were escaping from the Scared Order of the Alligator across the Lost Desert of Muertogola,; who had vowed to avenge our theft of their holy aligator god's crown.
What a fun day that was! we made one for each of us, a black and red one for you, a black and white one for me with little skulls on it, and a pink one with hearts on it for jero...
and there was your face in the crowd, every single night of the tour, yelling 'rooooolfff i LOVE you' and throwing your underpants at him. It was embarassing at the time and i pretended i didn't know who you were, but it's funny now i look back
So there was this time when we'd all (Thee, I, Mark Pauline from SRL, HST, Cameron Diaz) been drinking for most of the afternoon in some bar in Chiba and decided to go for a curry. No sooner had we piled into the poppadums and lager but this huge fuck-off Japanese fighting robot shouldered its way into the place with two of its mates and started waving miniguns and RPGs about.
Well, there was no way that anyone was sitting down for that. Mark drags a remote out of a pocket and prods it in a 'fuck this' manner. As if by magic, something that looks like an angry welding bench steams out of the kitchen waving a thermic lance and howling at the top of its tin lungs:
"DO YER WANT SOME? DO YER? 'COS YOU CAN FOOKIN' 'AVE IT. OUTSIDE, THE BLOODY LOT OF YER!"
The robots charge outside and proceed to belt seven bells out of each other as Cameron lobs improvised molotov cocktails into the fray and the rest of us watch from the safety of the curry house window.
... Which is why I'm never going for a curry with you again.
we'll i'm never going bowling with you again after THAT incident. you know the one i mean. With the bowling shoes and the woman's perm? That poor little pug was traumatised i;m sure. And lane 7 has had an od shaped dent ever since.
Mark Pauline? Dude, you're way obscure! Thumbless high five!
Hey Emmie... Remember when I met you and the first thing I could think of saying was "I wish you weren't so tall, you can see my bald spot from up there!"
I remembers once where you did stand on a frog and then did you fall over and then did you form a cult the international house of Emmie and then did you have a lunch of peas and icecream with a side order of worms and then did you jump over a tomato and then did you go to bed as you were very, very tired as you had did a very big important day.
i remember the day you came out. i felt so special that of all the people in the world you confessed only to me your secret desire to be a drag queen and go by the name of La'Fuzzet d'Amour.
Remember when we got dressed like cybernetic fishermen and tried fishing in the town fountain. And every now and then we would pull out a huge salmon that we bought at the market and ask toutists to take our picture like we just caught it?
It was July of 1746 when I first met Emmeline. The long since hushed up post Visigoth revoloution was in full swing and it was in a dark alley of the city of Carthage that I was waylaid by some nefarious persons bent on the removal; of my worldly goods at the point of a stiletto. My cries for mercy had until that point been falling on deaf ears when, to my suprise, two of my erstwhile muggers suddenly collapsed with holes burnt through their craniums and the third was hoisted bodily of the ground. Shortly afterward his body returned to the ground with a squelchy thud but without its head. Emmeline stood before me displaying proudly her trophy (replete with brain stem and spinal chord.)
Suffice it to say that I count myself lucky I was unarmed and to this day I feel it is unwise to carry weapons whilst attending interlock gigs lest her more predatory instincts take over.
Now you see, I said I'd never tell anyone about this, but since we're all spilling out guts.
...It was a dark and stormy night. Viggo Mortensen and I were coming up for air on a seventh-inning stretch in the Walter P. Haegel suite of the Roosevelt Hotel on Madison. Once we'd rebuilt the bed, he said to me 'Hey, why don't you get Emmie and Johnny over?' This was back when you were still caught up in that torrid affair with Mr Depp, right before Vanessa Paradis denounced you as a tart, live onstage at Madison Square Garden - God, remember that? Yes, you do - when Rob Zombie was supporting you? And Hal had to throw her into the crowd?
Anyways, so Viggo suggests we get you guys over to indulge in some vodka jelly and prime colombian marching powder, so I call you up, knowing you'd be just thinking about getting out of bed but you sound really weird on the phone. And I'm all like 'Hey dude, are you OK?' And you're all like 'Darling! I'm fabulous! I've taken up Reiki and crochet. I have renounced my wanton rock'n'roll lifestyle in lieu of making the world a better place through mime.'
And *that* was when I called Vanessa and told her about you and Johnny...
well there was that time we got realy drunk at that abba gig and you got thrown out of the after party for getting in a fight with the bar man cause he wouldnt give you a bacon role
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Date: 2005-02-07 07:59 pm (UTC)Such fun!
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Date: 2005-02-07 08:04 pm (UTC)I was driving back to my palatial home, high up in the hills above North London, with the stereo cranked up loud and the windows down - despite the winter month it was not such a cold day.
I believe it was on Junction Road, just before Tuffnel Park underground station that it started. I heard a shouting over the music and looked to my left. It was
The lights changed to green at that moment so I floored the beast and started to pull away, burning the Lotus Elise on my right off at the lights and giggling to myself like a loon.
Imagine then, my surprise, as I heard a strangely familiar voice shouting "get out of my way", as a certain young lady and her ... entourage ... piled past on the inside.
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Date: 2005-02-08 12:58 pm (UTC)that belonged in a MUSEUM dammit!
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Date: 2005-02-08 05:21 pm (UTC)This meme is much more fun than the usual sort.
Andrew.
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Date: 2005-02-07 08:04 pm (UTC)I remember when you were going to marry my sister, she was gutted when you ran off with the postman
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Date: 2005-02-07 08:35 pm (UTC)Well, there was no way that anyone was sitting down for that. Mark drags a remote out of a pocket and prods it in a 'fuck this' manner. As if by magic, something that looks like an angry welding bench steams out of the kitchen waving a thermic lance and howling at the top of its tin lungs:
"DO YER WANT SOME? DO YER? 'COS YOU CAN FOOKIN' 'AVE IT. OUTSIDE, THE BLOODY LOT OF YER!"
The robots charge outside and proceed to belt seven bells out of each other as Cameron lobs improvised molotov cocktails into the fray and the rest of us watch from the safety of the curry house window.
... Which is why I'm never going for a curry with you again.
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Date: 2005-02-08 05:20 pm (UTC)Hey Emmie... Remember when I met you and the first thing I could think of saying was "I wish you weren't so tall, you can see my bald spot from up there!"
Andrew.
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Date: 2005-02-08 01:05 pm (UTC)I Remembers....
Date: 2005-02-07 08:39 pm (UTC)The End.
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Date: 2005-02-08 12:12 am (UTC)That was fun.
Haha!
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Date: 2005-02-08 01:15 am (UTC)"Hang on! That's me in that picture that is!"
To which I proclaimed:
"But that was the 1987 annual Radio Amateurs meet in Doncaster!"
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Date: 2005-02-08 09:59 am (UTC)Mind you, after that meal of haggis and truffle pie that be both savagely devoured, I'm pretty suprised we even made it to Kenya.
You'll be pleased to know that your socks are now clean, and I've mended the hole in the toe.
Be careful though. Buffalo is watching you.
xxx
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Date: 2005-02-08 12:16 pm (UTC)Suffice it to say that I count myself lucky I was unarmed and to this day I feel it is unwise to carry weapons whilst attending interlock gigs lest her more predatory instincts take over.
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Date: 2005-02-08 01:36 pm (UTC)...It was a dark and stormy night. Viggo Mortensen and I were coming up for air on a seventh-inning stretch in the Walter P. Haegel suite of the Roosevelt Hotel on Madison. Once we'd rebuilt the bed, he said to me 'Hey, why don't you get Emmie and Johnny over?' This was back when you were still caught up in that torrid affair with Mr Depp, right before Vanessa Paradis denounced you as a tart, live onstage at Madison Square Garden - God, remember that? Yes, you do - when Rob Zombie was supporting you? And Hal had to throw her into the crowd?
Anyways, so Viggo suggests we get you guys over to indulge in some vodka jelly and prime colombian marching powder, so I call you up, knowing you'd be just thinking about getting out of bed but you sound really weird on the phone. And I'm all like 'Hey dude, are you OK?'
And you're all like 'Darling! I'm fabulous! I've taken up Reiki and crochet. I have renounced my wanton rock'n'roll lifestyle in lieu of making the world a better place through mime.'
And *that* was when I called Vanessa and told her about you and Johnny...
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