suffer well

It’s hard to believe that the lump that has just stirred after a doze on the couch is due to kick-start a health campaign tomorrow. A campaign inspired by Dave Gahan looking like this. Sunday and Monday saw Depeche Mode opening the new Wembley Arena and they rocked again. It’s absolutely unheard of for me to be able to watch the same gig 4 times in one week but these shows rock. ‘Behind the Wheel’ is my current favourite. What a sauce pot. There were after shows on both nights but Monday night was the busiest and I had lots of people to knock about with. James Holden DJ’d with some dark and twisted beats and built a few of us up into a frenzy. Catster and her FMB were there and it was nice to be able to spoilt them rotten, although they were marvellously helpful too. The WB had introduced me to MG as someone who can sort anything out and when the alcohol was running low in the dressing room I duly appeared on demand with my 2 assistants laden down with booze. We stayed in there until 2am when we were tempted to enter some sort of bizarre goose chase in a white van but wisely decided against it. The hollow legs had held up until then but I didn’t want to take it too far. In the cab back to the wonderful HH FMB told us about a distressing feature of her new alarm. On setting the time it tells you how much time you have left to sleep. I had a very poor 5 ½ hours but she had a measly 4 hours! The WB ended up going back to the hotel and didn’t get home until 5am. I gently sang “Never again is what you swore the time before” when he eventually got into work at 12pm. Oh, and I met my eyeliner muse. I had met her once before but had not recognised her from the visuals for ‘I Feel Love’. I gushingly told her that she had inspired me to kohl up. Her hair drops down past her waist and next to her I felt very unglamorous. Dave Gahan work out here I come.