Alas, Alas...
Two of my fish have perished and scummed to a buoyancy disorder.
Make that three.
So now I only have two fish. 'They're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl' and there can only be one soul survivor. Stickyfinger-Sister-Chickenoodlesoup The Spazzy Orange Fish lives on, with the intrepid and for some indeterminable reason really tough Johan Sebastian Bach The Sucker Fish. They swim around and around being vapid together. A match made by Devin.
Mahi-Mahi (not the Hawaiian sea-critter in this case, but a code name for an all-expenses paid gentlemen of good standing) & Hopscotch are hosting some gigantic New Years Party. It will be quite the event, so I imagine although I scribbled upon the event wall for 'heated gentlemen, please' just because it doesn't hurt to have a friendly ratio.
So I'd filmed the auditions to Bars In Fair Lies, a show that is put on every year that features modern music and hootenanny. I auditioned as well, and today the results were put through. For Bars In Fair Lies every year the performers 'become' particular musical roles. For example, I auditioned last year 'As' Cecilia Bartoli with renascence 'Amarilli, Mia Bella' and was asked to 'be' Nichole Scherzingleberrybutterfer (whatever her name is, from that vile troop PCD).
The year before I auditioned singing Jazz (as Ella Fitzgerald, nothing like her before not since) and was promptly made a Spice Girl.
Can I get a 'wtf' from any random member of the audience?
So this year I was told which song to audition with, 'Rehab' the Amy Whinehouse number. But ultimately I was put through Bars In Fair Lines as Katy Perry. My ex-girlfriend would be proud.
Everyone is going to some club tonight, yet I stay at home due to organized Christmas spirit. Seems a pretty nice place, too. In TST so it ain't too dogdey. Well, I hope they have fun and put up lots of embarrassing photos.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
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