Not my Beloved....
A couple of years back I was moving in a very arty crowd, suffice to say I felt entirely out of my depth and almost constantly made a fool of myself...nothing new there then.

One friend - the gorgeous and charming Eve, invited me out for cocktails one night. Eve is Australian and came over to the UK in the 90s when she was working in the music industry.

When I first met Eve and she told me she'd worked in music I assumed either it was classical music or more cynically that she'd worked for someone like HMV in one of their stores.

Er, no.

Turned out Eve had been a close friend of Michael Hutchence and had really been part of the celebrity circuit.

Wow.

I was completely in awe - of course I covered it up very well by allowing my mouth to gape and my eyes to turn saucer shaped as I slowly said, "Wow!"

To my credit I didn't ask any questions about oranges or Kylie - I'm far too cool for that. Instead I simply continued to say, "Wow" and add in the occasional, "That's amazing!"

Of course, I could match her in the celeb stakes - I'd been at Uni with Jon Holmes (not that one) before he'd hit Radio 4 and world stardom.

Eve was impressed - I could see that because she asked all about him - the usual stuff like, "So which Radio 4 programme does he appear in?" - The Now Show, actually.

Anyway, back to the story of cocktails with popstars....

Eve wanted me to meet her friend G - I'd love him, he was tall, dashing, huge fun and used to be in a band called The Beloved.
"Who?"
Eve mentioned one of their biggest hits - The Sun Rising. I nodded and pretended to look knowledgeable. At least I knew I'd be completely cool around him - I had no idea who he or his band were so I wouldn't look star struck. Excellent!

So we all meet up in a cocktail bar in town - just as Eve had promised, G was tall, suave, sophisticated, amusing and charming.
Meanwhile I felt like I was back at school - I was in the 1st Year again, eleven years old, wild frizzy hair, gauche and mouthy (moi?!). Eve, G and his friend (another musician, equally as charming, good-looking and so on) were just like 6th Formers - cool.

I laughed just a little bit too long and too hard at every minor aside they made, I nodded as if I knew what they were talking about when they discussed friends 'in town' (London dahling!). Fortunately I remembered to keep quiet about my celebrity links - rather easy really as I had none...well, if you don't count Jon, obviously.

Anyway, the evening draws on, we drink cosmopolitans, mojitos, and other such celebrity drinks - a real step up from my usual cheap white wine falling down juice. G talks about 'other projects' he's got going on....something to do with Radiohead.

At last!

Something I can add to the conversation!

"Really! Wow! That's amazing! What a coincidence! You and Radiohead..."

G turns to me, his sophisticated good looks dazzle me - more so in my posh alcohol stupor - "Yeah? How so?"

Here's my chance to fit in with the cool kids - all my life I'd missed out - wrongly of course - on mixing with the cool kids, being one of the cool kids. Now was my chance.

"Er, yeah...Radiohead..."

All the cool kids' eyes turn to look at me. My moment of coolness has arrived.

I'm sitting having cocktails with people from the music industry for god's sake! Me!

"Yeah, Radiohead....you're doing a project with them and I've....um...I've got two of their albums."



I don't see much of Eve these days.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 21:13, 5 replies)

Rising Sun by the Beloved.
Only one of my favorite bloody songs.
( girlinthehole, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 22:27, closed)

Me too
makes me want to take drugs and stand in a field around 4 in the morning.

On a seperate note, I heard Hutchence and Yates were swingers, is this true?
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Mon 20 Apr 2009, 9:56, closed)

Hahaha.
I nearly choked when I read that!
(Tugnut I got them all..., Mon 20 Apr 2009, 10:40, closed)

Great!
click....
(Tugnut I got them all..., Mon 20 Apr 2009, 10:40, closed)