It’s Mothers’ Day motherfuckers. Hope all the mamas out there got the requisite bunches of tulips, chrysanths (“such serviceable flowers” – film quote fans) and other mum type gifts.
I hosted afternoon tea Chez Moi, which was very nice. Fab to see the Fam and the lovely neicelings as per. I now feel full of quiche, egg sandwiches and cupcakes and feel a teensy bit fat.
I’m currently having a whiskey because I CBA to go the shed to get tonic for a G&T and am contemplating whether or not it would be indecent on this mothering of all Sundays to have a cheeky banger on the back step*
Friend asked me this week if I wanted to go to HorrorCon in Sheffield next month. “Not particularly” says I. Thinking it will be chock full of obsessive nutters in fancy dress.
“Corey Feldman is a special guest doing meet and greets” she says. Hold the fucking phone! This changes things. Corey “Hey Lamo get off my lawn” Feldman of The Burbs fame – only the film I have probably seen more than any other.
I am sure he will actually be in attendance based on his starring role as a Frog Brother in The Lost Boys though.
So obviously we bought tickets and I’m going to get him to Sharpie “No Tanlines – nice!” on my buttcheeks. He looks like the kind of dude who would be up for that.
So it looks like we will be part of the obsessive nutters and will doubtless blend in seamlessly. I can wear my Frog Brothers hooded top and get him to sign that too.
Corey mate, if you’re reading this – you have been warned. We’re coming for you neighbour.
Ciao Ciao Xx
*not a northern euphemism for some kind of sexual back door situation, just to clarify.