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Desperately Seeking James Marsters
Mini Spike on 4/23/2007
I heard that Marsters bloke what looks like me was going to be in town,
doing a concert and whatall, so I figured I’d pop in, check out the
action, see what was the up. It’d been a long time since I’d seen him,
not since
we’d shared the stage in Toronto. I stowed away in Kelly’s car,
like I always do, and was ready for anything.
We got to the hotel and I waited until dark to sneak out of the car,
otherwise this article would have been written by Mini-Pile of Dust. I
don’t know where exactly they’d unknowingly brought me. For a moment, I
thought maybe Pavayne had escaped his prison, cos there were a number of…
people? milling about. I thought they were just demons or actual souls
trapped interdimensionally waiting to be fed into hell. There were blue
people, and horned people, and shirty beings covered in leather and
studs, drinking from something they called "wIj HIvje', I think, but that
actually looked like one of those ale mugs those git Hobbits drink from
at the Prancing Pony in that looooooooong movie with wizards and elves.
I couldn’t make it to the panel as it was during the day, again with the
Mini-Pile of Dust theme, but I hid out until it was time for the concert.
At night. Why? Creature of the night, here.
I entered the concert hall with
a “borrowed” press pass as the people were coming in. Many nummy
treats in attendance, in pretty dresses, with very fetching ‘dos.
Everybody was excited and expectant, then I look at the stage and there’s
no microphone set up for me! What the bleeding hell is wrong with you
bloody people?! What the hell does it take? Why do you people torture me?
Can’t you see James and I are a team?
James comes out… and I look at him. And I remember.
Bollocks.
We don’t look alike anymore.
Bugger this. I’d rifled through Kelly’s bag in the car for some
walkin’-around money, so I decided I was out of there.
Wouldn’t mind paying Sunshine a visit at the Peppermint Club…
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From The Eyes and The Ears of The 'Verse...
