Sunday, December 10, 2006

I would like it on cyber record that:


Last night I got to meet God's representative on earth, Dr Karl Kennedy. !!!!!.

He and his band Waiting Room, after touring what seems like every other uni in the country twice, finally got to mine, making the place 10004% less shit.

Dr Karl Alan is loved by virtually everyone who hasn't had a 9-5 job at some point in the last 12 years, so unsuprisingly there was mass hysteria. We got right to the front for the performance (mostly made up of amazing britpoprock cover versions), which means that I was totally crushed and had to elbow and kick a lot of people in order to keep breathing , but got to hold his hand tightly at one stage, as well as stick one of my fingers up his nose. Though that bit was not so intentional. We then queued for fucking weeks and got to meet him, where he signed my CD and I told him he was my telly dad, which he seemed pleased at. I was quite drunk so forgot all the things I wanted to say to him, but he said he'd send all my love to Susan and reassured me that she has no tattoos on her arms. I'm now regretting that I was a state in front of such a man. I had christmassy red hair dye on my forehead at that point.

My Dr Karl and Christmas joy now has to fuck off for four whole days, as I have 2 important assignments to write. One is 2500 words on the Classical Hollywood Star System compared to the modern day's, and the other is a 4000 word outline of a film script idea (mine is shite and involves a teacher developing super powers). These are both semi interesting, but still boring. No essay will ever live up to the one I did for my goddawful Gay Cinema lecture a few weeks back, because that contained the phrase "vigorous fisting".

I am now listening to my Waiting Room CD. It is brilliant. One track is even co-written by Susan Kennedy.

x

EDIT: I've just remembered that he performed Living Next Door To Alice, but changed the lyrics to involve the recent Karl-overdoses-on-sleeping-medication-and-sleeps-with-Izzy- thinking-that-she's-Susan storyline, which even he said was unbelievable. We all got to sing "Susan? Who the fuck is Susan?" at him.

Truly amazing.

5 comments:

LaLa said...

The shame, I am Aussie and have never heard of this band.

Vigourous fisting, indeed.

Gareth said...

Not many people had heard of the band until we got there. Dr Karl is the main draw.

Anonymous said...

Go you with the tight-hand-holding. And the telling of the telly-dadness. :D

Theres a compo at Georges to whos the biggest Neighbours fan, and the winner and a guest gets to interview Karl! :D

Gareth said...

I'd probably be in with a chance of that y'know. I've seen well over 1000 hours of neighbours in my short life (that's a conservative estimate just done in my head).

I've always thought that it'd be my specialist subjecton masterming, That or James Dean, or the Mr Men/Roald Dahl books.

Anonymous said...

Come on over then. You can use my ID card. Noone'll know the difference. We're practically identical twins.