You're number 1!
Yes you are.
Well, I daresay you were at one stage.
I'm curious to know what dubious achievements you've made. Things that seemed very important at the time (you touched a Van Gogh), and in hindsight kind of see a bit lame (you got a photo of Gary Barlow from Take That). I'm after the things that you thought you might tell everyone (like you asked Martin Henderson for a light at The Box), and then found you didn't tell anyone (like you got one of those free $2 Telecom phonecards at Sesqui (sp?)).
Go on, knock everyone out with your dubious achievements. It is Dubious Achievement Day. In fact, it is Dubious Achievement Weekend.
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Ah Sesqui. I sang with a group at Sesqui. Don't think we got paid because it went bust.
A million years ago when I was young, single, and carefree I found myself at an outrageous album launch party in London through a friend who worked for EMI... I ended up dancing with Ben Harper (!!) and at the end of the night, having had enough cocktails to make me believe I was in fact a supermodel, I casually asked if I could "catch a lift into town" in his limo. One of his minders looked over his shoulder at me with an expression of complete disgust and grunted "yeah right". And with that I promptly returned to mere mortal standing and scuttled off feeling very very stupid. It had to be worth a crack though aye.
And thank you so much for the fabulous bib, I love the colours... so much so that I haven't been able to bring myself to wipe mash, mince, or snot on it just yet.
I got my photo taken with a cutout of Tom Cruise at Sesqui!
Sorry, that's not a dubious achievement; that's an embarrassment...
I dissed the PM. It was at a function and I was on my way to talk to someone when she came past and smiled at me and said hello. I said hi and as she paused expecting me to say more, I cruised past.
I felt stink later. She was having a rough week.
I might diss her this afternoon at the Patrick st party, just 'cos.
Actually, I wouldn't, I'd turn into a little helpless pool of jelly and try and kiss her ankles.
Hah! That reminds me Hadyn, I slammed a door in Jim Bolger's face when he was PM.
I heard a muffled "Thank you very much" and ran away.
I told Marc Ellis off as he was heading into the girls' loos at a Courtenay Pl bar two weeks ago, and he was so ashamed he feels he has to leave NZ!! I feel a bit proud of myself.
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