Did I mention that not only were the Man City team staying in the same hotel as my hen party on Saturday night, one of the footy comentating teams were there too.
So Sunday breakfast who should appear in the restaurant but Jamie Rednapp - who is fantastically dissapointing in the flesh, not as tall as we imagined not as good looking as we imagined and following the celebrity rule of threes probably a bit of a cunt. That discovery might have passed between us girlies with just a nod and a wink, but for K. K is a long time graduate of the "Brain Blessed School of Whispering" - and therefore exclaimed at approximatley 200 decibels just as Jamie R passed our table, "oh God and he's got no arse either!"........................so we made his day then?
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- The Ascent of Money
- Fountains of Wayne, Dusty Springfield, Nickleback, Talking Heads
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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Ive never met Jamie, but met his father once - he has a face like a baboons bottom, and if you check out old photos of him it appears Jamie is a chip off the old block.
Oh dear - poor Louise!
I used to date a girl who had a habit of pointing to the biggest baddest ugliest guy in the restaurant and proclaiming just how ugly he was. I managed to develop the skill of sliding my entire head down into my collar.
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