The other night Mr D and I bumped into FabHat and Mr FabHat and, as we chatted, talk came around to the subject of David Hasselhoff (as it does, obviously). Mr D and I then waxed lyrical about that fateful night night in 1989 when the Berlin Wall fell and to celebrate there was a David Hasselhoff concert. This was the point at which the FabHats looked at us strangely and inched away!
The Queen Mother's party, which involved a procession on Horse Guards' Parade, a few years ago. It looked like the biggest, crappest village fete I've ever seen, and involved a march by groups of people who were supposed to represent various, important stages in the last 100 years of British history. Some of them were dressed as aeroplanes(!) while Teddy Boys and Punk Rockers and the like, were also represented. It was one of the most bizarre things I've ever seen on tv, and I wish I had it on video.
..and you know that the wonderful DH now is staying in southwark (he is renting one of the penthouses in a building on the southbank)
i still love him - met him once in the very low rent pierre victoire just off oxford street - where he put up with huge groupie affection to the extent of singing happy birthday to a friend and signing menus for us