I was all over the place on Saturday. Didn’t go anywhere. Didn’t leave the house till 9pm. I mean all over in my mind.
I don’t agree that Woody Allen is neurotic. I just think he’s sussed out. Ah, well, maybe he is neurotic but the funny neurotic. Proper neurosis is debilitating not a great joke or witty chat up line.
“What time you getting the keys for the hall mate?” says el maestro of “Leave Me Out Of It”.
“Four PM”, I reply.
“We’ll be there at 4.30. We need to set up and check everything and do all our adjustments and all that. Ey.”
“It has come to our attention that a ‘rave’ will be taking place at this venue tonight”, they begin.
“This is a double birthday party, officer; two friends sharing a space to celebrate their middle age”.
“It’s all over the internet son”
“You can have a look inside if you want”.
“No. Don’t want to see anything we don’t want to see. We’ll be back later”. They didn’t come back.
As Brummie Jon said on his FacaesBook page the police "were happy that it was a private party, they gave us their mobile number in case we had trouble with gatecrashers. Classic police quote "but don't phone us at 3am to tell us that you love us, we know what you lot are like"