Well, it was blue jeans. And mighty fine they were as well.

I’m now back from my holiday in Norfolk, madly trying to catch up with things and get back on track – hope you’ve not all forgotten about me? There are a fair few ‘coming soon’s on the website, which I’m aiming to upload tomorrow or Wednesday.

I was unable to blog before I departed, and so haven’t been able to squee at you all (although people on Twitter might be aware) because I MET THE BRYANGOD!! Oh yeah. The night before I left, I decided to throw caution to the wind (and pull an all-nighter with my packing) because Miss Senti and Miss Charley were in London to see Nile Rodgers and how could I resist? Well I’m very glad I was unable to resist, because at the end of the gig (after ‘chic’ly freaking my little heart out…in retrospect a mere ten feet away from The BryanGod) I turned around and saw, across a very empty balcony, Mr Bryan Ferry.

I’m afraid my knees rather went to jelly and I nearly fell over on the spot. But Charley was very strong and brave in the face of me going to pieces, and went over to ask for his autograph. Seeing that he was in a rather fabulously good mood, Senti gently pushed me over to do the same. I feel like I probably rather embarrassed myself, but hopefully not as much as it seemed at the time. I think the consensus afterwards was that BryanGod looked a bit sweetly concerned about LizFangirl, who was getting very flustered in the presence of those eyes.

You never know who is going to make you go wibbly, but I should have guessed that BryanGod would be the one.