Not rude, just scared
Before Peter Andre became a b-, or c-list British celebrity, he was a b- or C list Australian celebrity.

And, 12-13 years ago, a much more enthusiastic PizzaForCat was working in a Greenpeace stall at the annual Speers Point Show (just outside Newcastle, NSW), trying to encourage general greeniness whilst desperately trying to use his activist credentials to impress the pretty girlie in the next stall.

On the other side, a small, frightened-looking, pretty little man in makeup was huddled behind the stall, having a quick smoke. I joined him in his huddle, scabbed a smoke off him, and had a quick chat about the general shit-ness of the outer suburbs of Newcastle, and the fact that the headlining act, Humphrey B.Bear had no pants.

He finished his smoke, said 'Well, time to get back to work', disappeared into a mob of musculy bloked who escorted him up to the stage where he started bouncing around and looking enthusiastic.

Every time I see some shite in teh tabloids, about how much better Peter and Jordan are than the rest of us, all I can think about is the other headlining act for that show, and the scared little guy I bummed a fag off.
(pizzaforcat ate some cement and HARDENED the FUCK UP on, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 4:13, Reply)