Damn you Mark :P
Blog Author: Robert Williams
Watch your feet I'm about to name drop...
so ages ago coldplay came up to my house here in LA to play football...
We had a good afternoon and my team did batter them, though it was slightly unfair
cos since i've been here in LA I have managed to amass a group of semi-pro players...
and I did deploy one of my best squads...so there's no real satisfaction to be gained i suppose...
To their credit, they're real battlers and they never gave up...
Will Champion in particular is someone i'd love to play alongside..
''strong like bull'' with an eye for goal...
Anyway, the afternoon was going swingingly until Gwyneth turned up....
I'm quite scared of her. She definitely has a presence and, as i could remember her saying something a
bit off colour about me in an interview, i was definitely trying to be on my best behaviour...
As i say things were going really well.....and though it did feel like we were playing against
some hall monitors and/or the genius team from the Mac store, we did seem to find some
common ground on the football field...
Jonny Buckland's my personal fav, he seems completely unscathed by the stratospheric rise that "The Play''
have found themselves in.....Unassuming, non-judgmental, niceness
I'd put on a spread at the footie house for after the game. A few sarnies some fruit and biscuits etc.....
And as my endorphins had kicked in i was ready to play dutiful host..and though the prospect of such an event
normally terrifies me...(I'm no good in large social settings , i'm more a 'one on one' person really) things seemed to be going ok..
to be honest my footy team took most of the brunt of social interaction,..and to their credit (yet again) coldplay
were very buoyant and thankful for the knock around....despite the drubbing...
Now this is the part where the afternoon went west....
As i say gwyneth had arrived with baby apple and i really wanted to make a good impression knowing that in not so many words
she thinks i'm a twat....
(so with this in mind) i'm stood in my favourite place (next to the buffet) trying to blend in and do as little interaction as possible....
not that i don't like the boys....they're lovely..but it's in this kind of setting that i'm at my most ''foot in mouthable''...
knowing this i thought it best to ''not open mouth and remove all doubt''........
Gwyneth starts to walk over to the buffet with apple on her hip.....
I'm now terrified, she's walking towards me...my mind goes into hyper drive...
Inner monologue...
"@#$%&...there's no escape..I have to say something.........dutiful host and all that....
but what?.....she's an actress, ask an acting question...?
what's an acting question.?..i don't know......what do you know about her that might be a conversation topic?
she puts cups on her back to draw out impurities and they leave cup size marks making her look like
a living crop circle...NO........don't mention her crop circle back!
....how are films?NO...idiot.... that won't do......I know, talk about the child...mums like to talk about their kids
but what? oh.....I got it....
''HEY,WOULD ....Ummm..... MELON LIKE SOME APPLE?''
(cue mental fist pump!)
Wait, hold on, no smiley face, she's just shooting daggers at me...what did i do?
All i did was offer Apple some melon......
NO, @#$%&, i offered Melon some apple.......!@#$%&,@#$%&,@#$%&.,fruit....
and there ended Gwyneth and Apple's jaunty afternoon at my house....
and with it any chance to redeem myself.......ever
All i wanted was to nourish Apple's Inner aspect....
oh well!