Entry for 25th July, 2008

I am debating whether to go to London next week to see Leigh O's film premiere. If you haven't been following his life recently, he's co-written a short horror film script, which has not only been shot, but is actually going to make it to the big screen in London next week.
Talented bastard. I hate him. But I will not let my hatred get in the way of a possible jolly to the Big Smoke.
I have an invite. Working in my little patch of Lanarkshire I do not regularly get invited to West End film premieres. Occasionally I get invited out for an Indian, but that is about as exciting as it gets.
The problem is that London is a long way away. If I go, I'll probably need to get the sleeper back up on the same night. I will probably have to sleep next to some very fat, flatulent person, who mumbles in his sleep dark words about sordid sex with strangers on trains. And I will arrive at work in a crumpled mess looking as if I have spent the night in a bin. (I appreciate that some of my colleagues could justifiably point out that it will be difficult to distinguish this from a normal day in the office).
And it'll cost over a hyndred quid in train fares. (Yes - I have got as far as checking prices).
But - and this is a very big but - I might arrive crumpled - but I will have been to a genuine film premiere. In London. I suspect my photo will be in Heat and that Jordan will try to snog me.
Oh oh oh. It's so tempting.