Lady Gaga is a bit of a reoccurring topic on my blog really. Its cause I love her.
A while ago, the lovely Mr Tim Chilestone was on his way somewhere on the Mighty X5 (he has a strange obsession with this bus…I don’t get it) and as he passed through the lovely town of Bedford, he saw a sign outside the gay bar saying they would be having a Gaga night.
It might make more sense if I just put the conversation in here:
Tim: The gay pub in Bedford have got GaGa night next week lols
Me: Omg we should go
Me: I’m gonna dress as Gaga in the Telephone video with the hair phone over her eye
Tim: I’ll dress as paparazzi gaga! Everyone’ll love it lol
Me: Oh when she has the metal plating? Nice. I can wear the white plastic thing with the crown from Bad Romance
Tim: Yeah and S can wear that fucking weird dress thing from the grammys. Although maybe not cos that’s when we all saw gaga’s horrible muff
Me: Sparkly muff! Yeah that would suit S. My back up outfit is the globey thing she has in the b.r. vid
Tim: Good backup.
If you can believe it, the conversation then went even more odd, talking about illuminati and freemasons and probably tea. That is pretty much how every conversation with me and Tim ends.
(yeah, my Photoshop skills are totally amazing. FACT)
I love this though! Honestly, you don’t get people dressing up for Take That concerts. And actually, now I think about it, I’m kinda glad. No one wants to see re-enactments of “Do What U Like”