So in the olden days of 2005 there was just the humiliation of the drunk 'n' dial, text or email. But now our friends at myspace have given us the opportunity of taking our next morning mortification to a whole new level. Sending a drunken message to your idol. Or at least someone you really like the music of and think is quite fit.
And that's basically what you say. But of course, because you want to get your message noticed out of all the other ones saying, 'Blinding gig last night, thanks mate. See you at Glasto!' etc., you launch into witty banter overdrive and offer them far more than just a hello wave at the next concert.
Now this is far worse than the drunken, amorous text to the ex or the colleague who scrubbed up pretty well for the Christmas party, because this is someone who you're never going to meet and be able to laugh it off with, salvaging a little dignity in the process.
This is someone who you enjoy listening to the music of, whose words really speak to you, who lets you indulge in bitterness when you've been dumped until it feels sweet, who gives you back your power after you've lost it in an argument with the idiot in the office, and who on a Monday morning on a packed train with someone's armpit in your face, makes you feel really good. This is the person you rely on to get you through. And you've just ruined all that by asking for a quick fondle after the encore at the gig in March.
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