Gotta Get Through This...

...or how I learnt to laugh at Daniel Beddingfield

At the request of Robert, I thought I'd share the full Daniel Beddingfield story here as it's slightly too long winded for to fit in the comments. Those of you whom I've already regaled, please excuse the retelling.

Anyways, Liz and I went to the Night Before the BDO gig at the St James with The Veils, Peaches, Violent Femmes, oh yeah and Scribe. Towards the end of the gig we decided to find a happening after gig gathering and on the advice of Boh Runga (yet another random celebrity run in) we headed to Crow Bar. Sure enough it was filled with muso types and My Chemical Romance even showed up. While I was attempting to get to the bar, I started briefly chatting with an English bloke who I realised part way through was Daniel Beddingfield. Highly amused, I dashed back to Liz and shared the goss with her. As we were sitting there giggling and talking (probably about his extremely fugly shirt), Mr Beddingfield wanders past our booth and catches our eye. At this point he seems to think we're talking to him and comes over to ask what we just said. Whoops. In a moment of on the spot sarcastic brilliance, Liz comes back with "That's a beautiful shirt, mate." He wasn't quite sure how to take it so after muttering a quick thanks, he turned and walked off. Which is the exact moment we started laughing our heads off.

We thought that was the end of that, but we were fated to see him once again. The next day at the Big Day Out while sitting in the stands, I spotted Daniel Beddingfield standing in the aisle next to us. At the same moment he spotted me and I could tell that he recognised me from the night before. I couldn't help it but my immediate reaction was to start laughing, and I tipped off Liz, who also started laughing. Then I had to tell Tammy and her sister who also started laughing. Poor Daniel Beddingfield is standing in the aisle, can't seem to find his mates and is faced with a row of giggling women who he (presumably) knows are laughing at him, so he scurried off in a hurry.

Admittedly I felt a little guilty for taking the mick out of him twice in two days, but how can you not?