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Boy George...

Last night on the way round to see Stuart after his op I popped into Expectations to pick up a little something (let's just call it an 'item') and guess who I bumped into? Boy George! He lookede shorter than I remember him. Very pale and rather plump. He was good form though.

I congratulated him on the successful resolution of his court case (him reporting a burglary / the New York police finding 12 grams of cocaine in his apartment / his plea bargain got a potential 10 years in prison reduced to £575 costs plus 5 week community service).

He said that the whole thing was "a fabrication" and he only plea bargained as he didn't have the money to fight the case. I asked him if he knew what community service he was going to have to do yet. He said no but there would be three choices. I said choose the gayest one. He laughed. Incidentally he kept fidgeting the whole time we were talking. Eventually he just bought some poppers.

It was subconscious I know but I kept sniffing the whole time I was talking to him. Oops!