Being a celebrity is really hard work.
The hardest part is fighting off all the beautiful young women who insist on crawling all over me.
It is difficult at my age.
Here I am chatting up Maura McGrath of Jenerate [who sponsored the Blog bit] and I have a furious Glenda about to thump me for ignoring her. I can’t win.
But that damned smoking law isn’t going to spoil my night.
Of course, as soon as I had a spider in my hand, it was too much for Elaine, and she was back. [The other bloke is Cully by the way, not Liam Neeson’s son]
At this stage I was getting really worried. There was another approaching from behind me with a huge tarantula crawling out of her cleavage.
With three spiders, we got a little rowdy, but that was before the band struck up. They would have drowned out a Shuttle Launch. Incidentally, the very sophisticated young lady seated beside me is K8 the GR8.
It was a bit wild, because Elaine was also celebrating getting her Masters exams that day, and also I had just signed the book deal.
Frankly, I was glad to get back to the peace and quiet of the mountains. I could take off that ridiculous suit, get back into my old jeans and jumper and my wooly hat and try to live the life of an anonymous celebrity in the bogs.