In Melbourne, me.
Flew out yesterday. Stopped to get book out of bag as the wife of my bosom approached the check-in desk. Looked up and followed her halfway towards the security gate before realising it was the wife of someone else's bosom wearing a similar coat. A McCauley Culkin moment. Anne was at the check-in desk shouting "oi! Where do you think you're going?".
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panel with Nicki Greenberg went very well.
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panel with Nicki Greenberg went very well.
Labels: Melbourne Festival, travels1
posted by Eddie Campbell at
01:27
12 Comments:
I thought only kids did that...
Great to see you here in Melb' Eddie. When I got home today after talking to you, I got a call with an offer of a job in Brissi!!!!! Synchronicity or what?!! So I might be buying you a drink at your local soon.
Cheers, Martin B.
Ahaha!
Did I tell you I thought I saw wee cal in Soho the other day? Dude's got a TARDIS in his bedroom. Go check.
Was he dancing to Depeche Mode?
And Lee doesn't like Doctor Who, so unlikely?
I thought it was Blue Monday he liked to do the Daren Dance to.
Still have to watch that bloody movie again to check you're not making it up.
(By the way, found out last night that Gipps is also a player of Dambusters. He even has different scores for pennies, pounds, etc.)
Eddie, Anne, hope you're having a grand time in Melbourne. Do enjoy a lager under the real Chloe for us, wont you? Oh and have fun at the festival o course.
Daren, STILL dambustering at your age? Cheeky.
Tee hee
Liz
Horror and shocking: it seems you've missed an entry for Friday.
Counting on my fingers for the time difference, I hope this does not mean that you are poorly or worse.
Drop us a line, will you?
Eddie Campbell missing a day? Never! Next you'll be telling us that David Bowie's lined up to be in Doctor Who!
Why not ?
Ah well.
it's still friday somewhere... i have faith...
One day I was following my wife around a department store. I wasn't paying much attention to her and wandered off a bit. Then I saw her out of the corner of my eye and walked toward her, with my hand out to smack her on the ass (as I sometimes do). At the last possible second I realized the ass I was getting ready to smack was that of a woman not my wife.
A close call.
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