Wednesday, 29 April 2009


Clare Buckfield, who I fancied the arse off when I was younger, was in Little Shop of Horrors at the Opera House. Steph offered me her ticket, and I went with Amie and her friends. Clare's still got it. My favourite moment? Was it when she dived head-first into Audrey II and pointed her arse at me? Or was in when she bowed at the end at aimed her cleavage right at me? Not sure. Either way, TENTPOLE!

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