Current mood:

delighted

huzzah for the fat old Sex Pistols and Sir Michael of Avalon! still kicking face 30 years on!
had a marvelously surreal night last night when I attended The Sex Pistols final night at Brixton Accademy...my dates: none other than Mr Rush and Michael Eavis (!) who had just come from meeting the Queen and receiving his C.B.E!!! arise Sir Eavis of Avalon!

sandwiched between the two of them in the front row of the 'Royal Box' I couldn't help but giggle at the delightfully random turns my life sometimes takes, as we all began to sway and sing along to 'there will always be an England'...Michael twinkled at me: "isn't this marvelous?..."

we were all bouncing up and down, when halfway through 'I'm not your stepping stone' a bundle of blonde hair, bowler hat and black rags came tumbling into the box - none other than a very drunken Orlando who was delighted to have stumbled across us, who grinned from ear-to-ear and proclaimed: "good girl! this is a sign!" before grabbing me and Joe in a pogo-embrace.

then we all bounced up and down some more.

:)