Pop stars and zoo keepers Friday at last. Much cheerfulness, and significantly fresher in body and sould today, despite trying to breath life into a crushingly dull brochure about savings accounts all day. Over lunch, Anita, a nice work colleague, told the story of how she and young Aja had "met" Marilyn Manson on Wednesday. Aja was waiting outside his changing room door, having blagged her way there during a lunchtime television shoot. The door had a code lock on it, and Aja slightly madly suggested they punch in 666. Trying this plan, they found the door was already open, and they pushed through. After gawping, star-struck, at some of belongings, Manson came in behind them with two of his security guys. Fortunately instead of a nasty scene, it turns out he was really pleasant and Aja, who was a big fan and reduced to a blubbering I love you , had her photo taken with him. And talking of fans, I put my mum's website on my work intranet, and lots of people have looked at...
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