Celebrity Alert

I'm meant to be home on strict bed rest but a free ticket to The Script had me hobbling in to the Enmore theatre last night with S and two girls from church.

As we left our dinner of cheap Newtown Thai, S and Tash started murmuring "celebrity alert" and tugging on sleeves to get my attention after eyeing "Ben" who is apparently from "The third last series of Farmer Wants a Wife." It turns out "Ben" was also attending The Script concert and we went on to share a urinal. If for some unknown reason you were wondering (as the girls asked when they saw us leave the toilets at the same time) no I didn't shake his hand. What do girls think actually goes on in guys bathrooms? It's strictly no conversation and no eye contact in my book. Hand shaking? Out of the question.

We did end up seeing a bona fide celebrity when just as The Script kicked off their first song Guy Sebastian and his wife came and sat in the seats immediately in front of S and myself. This just seemed to further highlight the problems of the generous application of the word 'celebrity' to "Ben from the third last series of Farmer Wants a Wife."

Long story short; I spent most of the gig pondering the repercussions of stealing Guy's hat, which he didn't take off for the whole gig and was considerably impeding our view. As for The Script; they were really good but with only one album to draw from played for a bit over an hour. Hello? Learn a cover song or six!

Moral to the story; Guy Sebastian was a nice guy who posed for photo's with some starstruck chicky babes after the gig. His wife was gracious as the groupies gushed. But come on Guy, take your hat off inside.