THE VOICE is back- 7.10pm- the battles continue!

[Raahh]

So,after a week off sampling the delights off European muzak, (the love/pain/spain shoe bloke was robbed)- the Voice is back,for the last shouting battle rounds.
Cheese-earplugs at the ready, wrap dresses and pleather optional.

And it's early again, just to confuse us.
It's on for OVER TWO HOURS!

Are we ready??

HAZEL!!!!!!!

Hazel, you can't leave it there!

More please hazel.

You didn't steal his joke book did you?

I am away next week
Could someone else get drunk, laugh at Sue, get slushy about BOF and then tell my DH that I will go on MN if I bloody want to. Oh, and watch the show.
Ta

Chub

Finally that joke book mystery is solved

fuck

My mate got lifted for peeing in Eamon Holmes bushes. I was hiding behind a wall so escaped.
I lead a very boring life now.

I think watching the show is entirely optional at this point. I am going to the Big Smoke this week and despite the presence of my small child, spend all my time searching out sleb encounters so that I can fit in.

If you really insist pag. I will take on the burden.

Haha.

It really happened! But not as excitingly as it sounded. My friend and I were about 14, and we had a weekend off from our very rigid boarding school, and we managed to finagle a way by which we could sneak out and go to a rock club. So we did.

We got dropped off, all shitfaced in our tarty black clothes, and heard a kitten crying; looked up and it was stuck on friend's next door's roof.

I will rescue you, little kitten! I thought, in my addled state, so I shinned up a tree (DMs came in handy, there), and lumbered after the kitten. But couldn't get down, so friend stompled off to get a ladder.

As we were daintily whispering to her, I somehow woke up the cat's owners - a Mr Monkhouse and wife. They thought I was robbing them (of their kitten?!) and called the police. My friend couldn't find the keys to the shed, so it was just me, MR and Mrs M, and a kitten. And then the rozzers arrived.

And he never even said thanks to me for rescuing his kitten, the bastard.

Look, it's a tough gig but someone has to do it.

Bastard.

(and that story properly outs me to anyone that has ever supped ale with me, as I always tell it)

This docu arty thing on Bowie is really good btw.

Excellent story Hazel

Oh hazel - animal rescue. I like that

Best story ever

Hazel that is the best sleb story ( that doesn't involve nearly-shagging) EVER.

I love how it starts 'not as exciting as it sounds' and goes on to describe under-age boarding school girls, shit-faced in a rock club. Ending with police and kittens. Brilliant.

I have a Bowie story!
I went to Christies Auction House for a sale of LS Lowry paintings. I got a really good seat right on the end of the third from front row at the end where the paintings were. After the LSL's had sold there was a shift round of people and i decided to stay a little longer. I was glancing round the room and a man in the row in front of me turned and smiled at me i smiled back and thought vaguely "oh you look like David Bowie!" Then i looked again and thought "OMG you ARE David Bowie............!"
I was so shocked that i slid down my chair and when i looked again he was laughing at my reaction!! I didnt dare ask for his autograph in case i ended up buying a huge painting!!

Lottie-that is exactly the sort of thing I would do

I have told my most embarrassing sleb story before-I used to work in a record shop-it was in Manchester airport, we had lots of slebs in and out.

One day, a bunch of Man utd football players came in. It was around the time Becks first got together with Posh. My colleagues decided to put the Spice World album on,which was embarrassing enough.
David Beckham bought some batteries. I told him they were cheaper in Boots.

I sold Morrissey a copy of 'Never Mind the bollocks'on cassette. He was a bit grumpy (it was about 5.30 in the morning).