Small world
Small world indeed. Yet one inextricably entwined with the occult.
Turns out I did know someone at the barbeque. By a scary small world coincidence an old friend was there I hadn't seen in years. And by a spooky small world coincidence he went to school with James Blunt and even shared a dormitory with him.
"Got any tabloid gossip then? Vigorous masturbator? Prolific bed wetter? That kind of thing?"
"No nothing like that. He was scared of ghosts though."
"As we all should - you don't want to fuck with the supernatural!"
"He was always seeing an old lady - used to scare him witless."
"The worst kind."
"Oh yeah."
posted by h at
12:33 pm
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Shows you how fucking boring Blunt is. Not for him a homocidal headless horror with an axe, nothing with clinking chains and a moan that will turn your bloody to ice. No.
He sees an old lady. The first person to buy his CD probably.
By
Wyndham, at 10:22 pm
I think he should be scared of the ghost of Davy Jones.
Not the sailor; the Monkee.
It's eerie how he channels his voice like that...he has made a "Daydream Believer" out of me!
By
Zen Wizard, at 11:50 pm
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