'A' Lister

I had to wear a disguise on my way to work this morning.

I didn't want to get recognised on the train.

I donned oversize shades, a baseball cap and a scarf to cover my mouth.

You see, fame has finally reached me. It took longer than I'd hoped, but at last I can now call myself a celebrity.

Of sorts.

My favourite rave, Sunshine Daze, has released a CD and DVD pack* of the last ever event they held at The Scala in King's Cross in July of last year and me and Snow are on it.

Looking very sweaty.

Every time we went to these events, we'd jump up on stage when our favourite DJ, Norris Da Boss Windross, came on and we'd dance to his entire set. Without getting off the stage. It was a trip down Memory Lane for us because back in the day, he used to do our favourite set at Bagley's each and every Saturday.

The last time we went, there were cameramen floating around and they caught us dancing to Norris.

The point where we were filmed was quite late in the night - around 2:30am - and so we were looking particularly choice. Very out of it, hair stuck to our faces and throwing ourselves around in gay abandon.

I couldn't stop laughing when we appeared on my screen and I got to see what other people get to see when we go dancing.

And it did give me a little insight into why we never get approached by hunks when we're out.

While everyone else reacted to the cameras being thrust into their faces by jumping around and screaming and waving (and many of the girls did their very best 'sexy' dance), each time they pointed the cameras at us, we looked very serious and turned our backs.

I told Snow about this and she defended us by saying that we really get into the music and that's why we look so serious.

I agree with that, but no one wants to chat up someone who looks so unapproachable.

Some of our other friends are also on the DVD and when they got in front of the camera, they were smiling and blowing kisses and as a result, looked much more fun.

So next time we go dancing - which will be a night at Fiction (if it's open) next Friday - I will aim to have more fun, to smile at every opportunity and not to take the dancing too seriously.

I'll need to look as approachable as possible for all the potential autograph hunters.



* In order to get this pack, I had to walk into Uptown Records in Soho, go down the metal staircase to the Garage section and ask at the counter if they had it. Let's just say, when little old gay me strolled in and sauntered through the thick cloud of 'ganja' smoke, there was a fair amount of confused faces, kissing of teeth and not-very-well-disguised sniggers. I'm not really Uptown Records' target audience.