The Wire
A while back between jobs, when I should have been getting a job and sending CV's off, I tucked into the 5 seasons of the Wire back to back. Bliss. Absolute bliss - but guilt ridden bliss.

You know how it works - just one more and I'll look for a job - just one more - and I'll do the jobs the missus wants me to do - just one more and I'll get a life but then before you know it - eight hours have passed and I haven't even cooked a dinner for her when she gets home and I'm still wearing my dressing gown.

One night I remember laying in bed next to her with one eye and ear open for her to goto sleep and then sneaking out of bed to get my next fix coz I couldn't wait until morning. I even nearly called her McNulty once. I bloomin loved the Wire and I will still bend anyone's ear about it at any given chance.

Then a couple of weeks back I went to the premier of the film Creation and there he was - McNulty. Bloomin McNulty. His daughter is in the film and he was her chaperone on the film. I couldn't believe it. McNulty! Here he was. What do I do? What shall I say to him?

I brushed past him and nudged him with my elbow.

Sober brushes with celebrity aren't nearly as entertaining as the drunken ones.
(twistngo, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 21:47, Reply)