
As he'll no doubt be blogging about in full, Ben worked at the AFI awards last night, and encountered many various celebrities. At about 12.30 I was in bed trying (and failing) to get to sleep, when my phone buzzed.
Here's the message (written verbatim);
"Steve- just talked to ed from get this... He told me to tell you to get fucked ... And then he said it was a very accurate description!"
(This being the description of "parade float" / "engorged man-brute").
Obviously, I couldn't be more excited if Liza Minelli had spat on me.
Does this count as my very first celebrity feud?
What's next? Will I be tumbling out of the back of a limo minus my underpants? Will I be shoving cocaine into innocent bystanders' pants in order to avoid the heat from the fuzz? Will I be releasing tracks about how I don't have to go to rehab, shortly before I go to rehab?
No, no, no.
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