Saturday night was special. Let me clarify the date, as the last two Saturdays have been special. This was Satuday 17th July. My last night out with Lyn, Christina and Melissa. As happens occasionally, we get a bit special needs and have to go out like mongs. So we dressed up and had a picnic outside the National Film Theatre at the South Bank. Lyn starred as Audrey Hepburn from 'breakfast at Tiffany's' (and was the only one of us canny enough to choose a sensible outfit), Melissa was a belly dancer, Christina's friend Kasha had come dressed as herself but 10 minutes of discussion had her wearing a scarf for a top, ribbons in her hair and fake freckles to become a Spice Girl. Christina looked like a hooker from Cagney and Lacey what with the fishnets, honey blonde wig (she wore mine, I wore hers) and the hot-pink backless halter top. And I was her pimp in 70s suit with stars and stripes vest top, cork platform shoes and and Christina's platinum blonde mullet wig.
All was well 'til we arrived at the South Bank. A homeless person came up asking for donations and signatures for a petition to get better services in the area. Worthwhile I thought, so I made a donation and signed. Then she asked if we were actors. I said no. She wouldn't believe me. Bitch! I nearly snatched back the thrupence I'd given her. Some people have no manners. Big Issue? Piss off.
Well, such confusion continued through the night with people thinking a) we were actors, b) we were part of the gig or c) we were retarded. Please make up your own minds, remembering that option (a) is a serious insult.
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