Does He Mean Us?
I’m still on the distribution list for Fish’s email blog thingy. Today’s email contained this line:
I still had most of the afternoon in my hands and headed back into Soho past the pub we slid into after the Astoria show. Memories rallied - ’stolen smiles across a crowded mews, desperate eye contact, lingering looks, polite interrogations from whisky breathed, drooly bearded, stoat eyed acolytes with beer bellies stretching black t-shirts as they wait on the bus and the trek back north with the troops pillaging their last orders for the knock out blow to take them painlessly home’
I presume this must be Mostly Autumn’s Astoria launch party back in February. I’m probably the only person there that managed not to recognise him. I’m trying to work out who these “whisky breathed, drooly bearded, stoat eyed acolytes” might be. I can think of at least one candidate 
August 18th, 2007 at 11:11 pm
hahaha… I was on that bus…
No worries, I didn’t recognise him either, I was to busy admiring his crocodile print shoes to notice his face. He’s really tall isn’t he?
August 19th, 2007 at 10:34 am
I think I was being distracted by Livvy Sparnenn at the time