Drunken boys, red trousers and home by 8!

Oh lordy lordy me, I'm never drinking again ever ever again! I know I say that each time the day after the night before, but this time I mean it! I think my liver has packed up and is this very second heading over to the Priory for a rest. My brain feels like it's on the inside of a tin drum at a drummers convention and my body aches in placed I didn't know I had places. My throat feels like I've been gargling with sandpaper and my voice is as rough as a plank of wood with a dozen nails in it.

Of course, I am not to blame for the over indulgence of alcoholic beverages, oh no, it's all the fault of that bloody Angus. He's Scottish, he likes a drink and that's pretty much it really, so the finger of blame is right above his head pointing downwards!

We had a blast, first we caught up on each others news of a couple of pints in the conservatory style front of Legends. It's always nice to the chew the fat with Angus, always a giggle, always a pleasure never a chore! He told me all about the Robster, how it's going, he also talked about toilet boy, but we'll just gloss over that for now! After Legends, we headed on down to Charles Street bar, which was full of women for a change. He stood at the back, perched over a little bar and bitched about the sexy straight boy and his 'bird' swaggering around. We wondered why that youngster was being served when he looked about 12 and asked why all muscle Mary's wear T-shirts and vests about 4 sizes too small. After doing our Waldorf and Statler for a bit, we then zoomed round the corner to VaVoom, the tiny tine bar beside Revenge's front door. It was packed, but let's face it, if you have 6 people in there, it's a crowd. After standing by the drafty door we went around the sister bar, V2. That was a mistake, it was pretty empty, the beer was off and the music dire, the only thing going for it was the topless barman.

I think Angus suggested we head back to Legend's for a few more before bed time and so we walked back up the front, up to my nipples in larger and entered a busy Legends. I like Legend's, it's pretty classy, well Brighton classy anyway, OK it may be one of the most expensive bars in town but it's nice. There also happens to be a rather yummy barman, with facial hair and a killer smile that always make my heart flutter a little faster. He's so obviously out of my league, but that doesn't stop me wanting to get my mammories out to him, I mean he can only be about 22, 23, maybe 24 at a push. Any how, here's where fate's finger poked me in the ribs and one of those strange coincidences of life happened. We were standing at the bar, I was telling Angus why my tongue was hanging out after ogling the dishy barman when standing almost right opposite from me was a familiar looking bloke in some funky red trousers. I said to Angus 'that bloke looks like Rufus Wainwright' He said no at first and then actually admitted it could possibly be, indeed it could very well be. As I said in my last post, I'd watched him on telly yesterday at Glastonbury and here he was in my local pub in Brighton. So, I offered him a light of his smoke and chatted to him, and guess what? It was Rufus Wainwright! I was kinda cool, at least I think I was, but after 6 pints, coolness may not have been the way he saw me! I asked what he did and he rather understatedly told me he was a singer, I asked if I'd have heard of him and he told me his name was Rufus Wainwright and I have to say he was a jolly nice, down to earth decent guy. I was kinda surprised that he was on his own and was totally ego-less, just a nice guy from Canada, who lives in New York, where his boyfriend is. So there I was in Legends, having a drunken chat and smoke with a big singing sensation who'd just played one of Europe's biggest music festivals! Life is strange like that, completely unexpectedly strangeness of the highest order.

Tom from work came and said hi and I introduced Rufus to him as if he was a long lost buddy, Tom had no idea who he was, but then again Tom's from Croatia and has the hots for Angus, so I think his attentions may very have been elsewhere. Anyway after a while, Rufus said his goodbyes and headed back to his hotel, after all, he had a show at the Dome to get ready for tonight. It was really nice meeting him and I only hope I wasn't too drunk or rude, now this is where it all got rather messy. We were joined by this youngster called Donovan, who seemed to be toying with me. Angus left to go home, Tom went, and IO went down stairs to dance with this guy that I had no real idea about, although he was rather nice looking, very sweet.

I'm not sure how it all happened, my memories starts getting a little blotchy of what happened next, but soon Donovan and I and a lesbian were along the front meeting up with a purveyor of disco pharmaceuticals, then we were in a cab heading over to Ocean rooms. I love The Ocean rooms, lovely multi level club, full of young drunk hetties, some of which were stunning, others, rather less stunning. Anyway, we danced and danced and held each other and clubbed and drank. Some time after later, I have no clue what time, but it was day light and rainy we came out and walked back to my place. My mother would be proud, I was in my door by 8am! Now, you see why I have the hangover from hell, which is lasting all day and why I'm never ever drinking again and why that blooming Angus is such a bad influence on me!

That's basically been my night, hello to Rufus, hello to Donovon, hello Angus, hello lovely lesbians, hello world and right now it's hello Alka-Seltzer!

More soon from your celebrity bumping into person that is me, I promise not be be so hung-over next time that even the sound of me typing is hurting my head!