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Increasingly Rubbish Celebrity Spotting

Who’s that Walking Past?
On the street outside our house?
Hey! Cheeky Cheeky!

Ah, so now my life is complete: I have finally seen The Cheeky Girls wandering the streets near our house. Sal had seen them several times before, of course–always together, always heading past our place towards St John’s Wood–but last night I finally got my chance, as we rounded off a highly pleasant weekend at Mumtaz, our surprisingly quiet local curry house.

“Look! There they are!” said Sal, pointing out of the window. “It’s the Cheeky Girls”

And sure enough there they were, walking down the street together in their identical outfits. Out in the street, some of the post-cricket crowd driving past, who had clearly just had a very similar conversation, honked their horn, causing one of the cheeky girls to turn round and wave at them.

“What are they doing with themselves these days?” I wondered aloud to Sal. “What does an ex cheeky do for work once the record deal has gone? It’s not like you can go and work in McDonald’s, is it?”

I opted not to run after them and ask. Instead, we just finished our curry and left.

It had been a lovely weekend. Earlier, we’d risen hungover early in the morning and inadvertently ended up watching Michael Palin travel the pacific rim in a ten year old travel series that UK History, in its infinite wisdom, had chosen to show continuously for the whole day, with Palin doomed to repeat himself until 1AM, each time just failing to reach his destination and complete his full circle (although bizarrely they were only showing the second half of the series, as if perhaps they’d only been able to rent the second disc in the box set; perhaps next week they’ll show the first half). By the time he’d reached the end of his journey, and was about to begin it again from the half way point, I managed to drag myself away and into the park, where I sought refuge from the tourists by heading for the secret garden, where I sat in the shade and finished off Douglas Coupland’s deeply disappointing jPod while listening to the sound of Paul Kelly wafting over from the Toast Australia festival on the other side of the trees.

2 thoughts on “Increasingly Rubbish Celebrity Spotting”

  1. I believe they’re on the game.

    I think I got that from Holy Moly.

  2. They must not be doing very well, then: according to this week’s Popbitch newsletter (which is all entirely true, obviously) they’ve just filed for bankruptcy.

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