Thursday August 16th: Aaaand....I'm right back like I left something, feeling a whole lot better for the sleep.
Gordon has been maintaining a low profile over the last couple of days, what with being holed up in a little cottage with his nearest and dearest. He needs to take a leaf out of Mr Putin's book. His holiday photos have come back from Snappy Snaps and gone straight into as 'respectable' a paper as The Daily Telegraph. Camouflaged down, he looks every bit the loose cannon commando bad guy from an action film. The one who will deviate from the plan. Just for the sake of killing the hero who gave him a scar across his face. All he needs is a photo of him greedily chewing freshly killed caribou with a pack of wolves and even George Bush will have to admit that the boy Vladimir is rugged like Timberland boots...
I suppose August (aka The Silly Season) is a time for journalists to reflect. There have been moments of deep introspection and soul searching since I started writing this blog. In the quieter moments I have asked myself - was Blair really all that bad? He managed to sort out peace in Ireland. Then I think, 'F*ck it!' After all, even a broken clock is right twice a day...
Tuesday night was another spectacular. 1999 was the opener. He was also hurtin 'em with 7 and closed with Nothing Compares 2 U. If the aftershow parties weren't already as much of a draw as the shows themselves, they soon could well be. Beverley Knight joined the band once again for versions of All I Need by Method Man and Mary J. Blige and Ecstasy by Barry White...Prince only got round to playing bass, guitar and keys.
He has been hitting the town as well (painting it purple, if you will). There's only so long black M&M's and an oxygen bar will keep a legend entertained. He's probably whipped all his minders at Bowling and Baseball on the Nintendo Wii, and while twin Beyonce look-alikes would be wicked to have around the house, I bet they take forever in the bathroom. So Mr. Nelson went to the pictures. Sort of. It wasn't exactly The Vue next door to Acton Megabowl. He popped up at the premiere for The Bourne Ultimatum in Leicester Square. According to The Daily Mirror's 3AM Girls, he got roundly booed for not stopping in the rain and to talk to fans who had got soaked while waiting for him. Life is hard.
