Well, what can I say?! My life is complete. Bollocks to everyone and everything. I'm sticking two fingers up at the world cos I MET PAUL WELLER!!!!!! Actually, I'm lying, though not about meeting him, about my life being complete. It is probably 90% complete, with the other ten percent completing me No1. If I'd have shagged him or No2. If I was married to Rossi. But, you can't look a gift horse in the mouth so when I got the call yesterday afternoon from my good mate Angie to say "Yep, got you back stage passes, Paul said go in and say 'Hi' before the concert starts", I was in the shower before I'd even hung up the phone! Oh what a beautiful day!
Lets just get some stuff straight: Firstly, Me and my brother are the biggest Paul Weller fans in the world. We have loved him for years, been to all his concerts, got all his cds and dvds, know his dad's name and what car he drives. We're not stalkers, well, not really. I mean, we wouldn't ever wait around outside a concert to try and meet him, we just LOVE his music and think he's one of the coolest men on the planet. Personally I love all his old Jam and Style Council stuff. Jordan, however likes the newer stuff more. Don't get me wrong, I'd probably have "You Do Something To Me" as my wedding song (if I ever make it down the aisle) and the whole time I trained in the gym for my boxing match "The Bottle" and "From the Floorboards Up" were the only thing that kept me on a treadmill, but, like I've said before on here, one of my favourite Paul Weller moments of all time is on the orignal Live Aid dvd, when he sings "Walls come Tumbling Down". As a guy introduced him once (on stage at Hyde Park), "we have grown up listening to his music, we have cried, shagged and fallen in love to his music" - or something like that. It's true anyway, he IS the Modfather and anyone that knows anything about real music (I'm not talking Rachel Stevens shite here), will know exactly what I'm saying. So, it was with huge excitement that Me, my brother Jordan, and mummy and daddy Marsh, met the legend himself last night. If I didn't have the pictures to prove it, I'd think I had dreamt the whole thing! Neither Jordan nor I have stopped smiling since and it's all we have talked about today. Now, if you'll allow me elborate - what am I saying, it's my site and I'll talk as mush as I want, boring, insane or just plain stupid as it is. Like he says on the Wedding Singer "I have a microphone and you don't......" :
So, we get to the Brentwood Centre (after I got ready in record time!) and asked at the box office for our passes. Two minutes later, Paul Weller's personal security guard comes and gets us and escorts us backstage. We were still thinking at this point "We'll never meet him! They're probably gonna just stick us in a hospitality room or something". Nothing prepared us for turning the corner and walking slap bang into Weller's dressing room where Mr Weller himself was casually standing having a fag with Steve Craddock (Weller's guitarist but also from Ocean Colour Scene). Oh F*ck! Anyway, cut a long story short, we stayed for about half an hour. Chatted to all the band and Steve Craddock's wife, who is lovely. We took pictures with them all and, bizarrely enough for me, they wanted pictures of me! You lot know me, I'm the least star struck person in the world but I can say that last night, well and truly, I was reduced to a jelly-legged freak groupie fan with a grin wider than Jade Goody's arse. Loved every minute of it. Talked quite a bit to Paul and he took one of my brother's cds. Steve Craddock had already heard it and really liked it, so Paul said he would have a listen, before putting it in his pocket. When the concert was due to start, we slipped away to the side of the stage and watched the whole thing from where the mixing desk is ie. we were actually on the side of the stage!!!!! Mummy Marsh, who has such a bad back at the moment, she can barely stand, danced her little legs off for the whole two and a half hours. I screamed so mush I lost my voice and Jordan (who rarely smiles) grinned like a wally the whole time. Dad was just playing it cool, tapping his foot behind us raving loonies! After the gig, Paul's security man had said that we could come back for another drink, so we slipped back round to the dressing room with Steve's wife and cracked open the beers. I gave Paul one of my autograph cards (which I'm presuming from the grin on his face and the way he stuck it in his pocket fast, he quite liked) and we all chatted loads about the gig, the crowd being quite tough, where abouts we normally go out and Jordan being a skint musician. Jordan told Paul what his favourite tune of the night had been (mine had been That's Entertainment) and Paul told him to cover it. F*cking HELL!!! Do you realise what that means?! Paul "the Modfather" Weller has given his blessing to my brother doing a cover of one of his songs and releasing it! Is he gonna do it? HELL YEAH! We stayed around an hour with Paul and Steve and Steve's wife and then hugged and kissed (he kissed me 4 times on the cheek) goodbye, thanked him for his hospitality and left with dreamy grins and hazy eyes. I'd cried during the gig (when he did "Broken Stones" as that was my mate Kim's (who got killed) favourite song but when I left I was as high as a kite. I can honestly say, I will die happy, knowing that I have hugged and spoken to and kissed (if only on the cheek), one of my biggest idols. Jordan, on the other hand, did a little sex wee in his pants (as did my mum, or so she said anyway) and the parental units dropped us off at Sugar Hut, where we proceeded to get very drunk in honour of meeting our favourite songwriter and musician. Paul Weller is cooler than any man I've ever met. He oozes style and class, he's getting more and more gorgeous as the days go by and he has more talent in his little finger than most of the people in our current music charts put together. Are you getting the picture yet?! To say we were excited is an understatement of the highest form. I now have Steve Craddock's wife's phone number and they have all said we can go to any concert we want. Life does not get any better Ladies and Gentlemen!
I won't go on any more about Weller. I think you get the message that we love him and that last night was the best thing to happen to us since we were born! Lets go back now, to Thursday night.
So, I had been asked to make an appearance at the opening of a new bar called The Lounge in Chislehurst. I took Kyle and Steve with me, my two favourite gay men (oh, apart from Rob of course, sorry babe - wasn't forgetting you!) and we polished off a bottle of vodka that they gave us. My ex Scott Sullivan was there with a load of mates and when the place shut at 11pm, we weren't ready to go home. We had a driver waiting outside so we told him to take us to 195 as we piled in the car. We stopped mid-route for a pee at the side of the road (classy Jodie) and arrived there with 3 hours drinking time left, whereby we managed to get through another two bottles of vodka. Carnage. We were dancing on tables and throwing each other round the dance floor, without a care for what we looked like. I'm surprised my outfit stayed on actually. I was wearing a sexy little pilot's uniform, complete with Biggles-style flying goggles and hat. Don't really remember the drive home. Just know that I had a very good night. It was lovely seeing Scott again. We do speak occasionally anyway as we didn't have a nasty split, but it's been ages since we've been out and got drunk together! Scott is lush too, and if it wasn't for the fact that I have a boyfriend and that I know deep down Scott is a big player who loves the ladies just a touch too mush for my liking, I'd probably end up wanting to marry him (in fact we always said we'd get married doing 140mph side by side on motorbikes). We've got a hell of a lot in common. He's like a male version of me. He's the only person I know (apart from myself) who actively looks for risks to take and spends the majority of his time thrill-seeking. We both get by on adrenaline rushes and both want as mush fun out of life as possible. Together we were a nightmare and encouraged each other to behave badly. Thankfully, we were very well behaved (apart from the stupid amount of alcohol consumed) and the night was an extremely good one (albeit a bit messy). Kyle and Steven stayed at mine and we woke the following morning to the worst hang-overs of death and very sore heads. Kyle and I spent the day in Brentwood, eating and recovering, while poor Steve had to go to work. Then of course, the evening was spent with some random guy I've never heard of; Paul something.............. F*CK, F*CK, F*CK, sorry, got excited again when I thought about it. Talking about Scott then made me forget I'd MET PAUL WELLER!!!!!!
Today we got up early. Lewis went off to work and Lauren and I went to meet Kyle in Bethnal Green. We did some shopping and had lunch and I bragged about meeting Paul Weller and looked at the photo's of him on my camera about 100 times. We also comtemplated what we all really want out of life, mine being:
a man that I won't get bored of, that makes me dribble to look at, that knows how to please me in the bedroom, will throw me around like a rag doll one minute and kiss me tenderly the next, a man that loves animals and children, a man that rides a motorbike, that takes risks, that has dreams and ambitions of his own, that isn't an alcoholic, that doesn't take drugs (although that's hard to find these days), that loves me more than he's ever loved anyone in his life, that won't cheat on me, that won't suffocate me, that won't control me or be jellus of me, that won't be jellus of other men talking to me, that isn't violent or aggressive, that will understand me and support me, that will let me smother them in kisses and shag them in the back of taxis (and anywhere else that takes my fancy), that will protect me and let me look after them, that is vegetarian (although not entirely necessary as I'd settle for a meat-eater if I had to), that wants as mush out of life as is humanly possible, that wouldn't ponce money off me but would give me his last penny (and I him) if need be, that loves real music as well as the fun clubbing stuff we all like when drunk, that would give me foot massages occasionally, that would want to experiment with sex toys and polaroid cameras and last but not least, a man that would let me shag Paul Weller or Valentino Rossi if the situation arose and still take me back afterwards!
Not mush then Jodie, I think I might be waiting forever and a day. What do you think?! Anyway, I then came home to update my website. The Paul Weller pics will be up in next few days along with the ones from 195 club. I'm off to Bristol tonight now to do a P.A in a club. Tomorrow Kyle and I are going to Erotica. I've hardly seen Lewis this week cos I've been so busy. I'm feeling in need of a cuddle and he is still feeling miffed about sharing me with Paddy every night (I can't help it if Paddy needs extra attention at the moment). I'll see Lewis tomorrow night anyway when I get back from Earl's Court armed with sex toys galore, bondage outfits and twenty pairs of stockings. We'll be off to Jordan's gig, where I'm sure he won't forget to mention that we met PAUL WELLER last night, before doing the most hard-core version of "Town Called Malice" he's ever done. Gotta go cos my driver is sitting outside as I type this but keep watching for the sacred pictures of Weller and more gossip on the insane life of Jodie Marsh. Hope you're all happy and getting lots of sex.
Rimming and fisting and toe-sucking (sorry, that's sooooo sude!)
Love and kisses and gentle nibbles on the neck and around the ears
Jodie "I've met Paul Weller so nothing else matters anymore" Marsh
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