Last week I took a little trip up to London with a mission in mind, to find Damon Albarns house. I'd already tried with my friend Laura in January, but with no outcome other than sore *and I mean sore* feet. We came back, did a little inquiring and (thought) we'd found the street.
But on our way there, by the pure luck of going to the further tube station, not getting a bus and walking down the wrong street, my friend Matt, being a pain, pointed at the nearest house and shouted, "OH thats definately it!" And by some pure stroke of luck, *Matt had never even seen a picture of the house before* it was. So we stood outside, no idea what to do, and looked stupid trying to work out if anyone was in.
Two of my friends Luke and Catharine finally got the courage to ring the doorbell and after a while, a bloke with Graham glasses answered the door, looking like he'd just got out of bed. Luke asked for Damon, but was told he was away *yeah right* so we took a couple of pictures and left.
I came back and told everyone on the net, and naturally, other people wanted to go. The first (and only to my knowledge) was Jamie, and this is what happened:
So i decided to take a trip up to see Damon at his house. We were already in Oxford Street and when we had done what we wanted to we got on a train to his nearest station. It took us ages to find the road as it is massive. We were asking people where it was and kept getting different directions. Eventually (after walking past it) we found the house. I ran straight up to the door looking next to the door bell saying "please use knocker" and knocked it. I looked up and noticed the video camera staring me in the face so i waved at it just as Damon does in the starshaped video.
This bloke answered the door. He was wearing Graham glasses (a lot bigger) had dark brown hair and well spoken. He also had a white t-shirt on with 'I love meths' in it. I said to him.
Jamie:"hi mate, is Damon in at all" him: no sorry" jamie:"oh, you sure (in a sarchastic way, no not very nice of me but i got the feeling that Damon was probably in)?" him:"er..yup" he replied.
Jamie:"oh ok, d'ya know if Damon is on the internet?" him:"erm....yup he is" he replied in a nice way Jamie:"oh great, can you tell him to visit blurred for life please?" Him:"blurred....for....life" he said trying to fix it in his head Jamie"yeah, oh and can you tell him to sign the guestbook please?" Him" yeah sure" Jamie"great thanx so much" Him"yeah cheers, bye" Jamie"bye"
so I went off realising i had made a dick head out of myself and went down to the shops. Walked into a newsagent and wrote on the back of a lottery ticket form thingy.
Hi Damon, please visit my website Blurred for Life at 'Blah...' cheers Jamie mstone@anc2000.co.uk on the other side i wrote IT COULD BE YOU ! accross it.
hmmmmmmm well i was about to make a bigger arse out of myself so we went back and put it through the letter box. Oh yeah the house stamk a bit and this bloke was playing loud music. As i walked out i saw this bloke walking about smoking in the front room. He looked just like Damon but all you could see was his shadowed figure. Anyway my friend pointed out that it was the same bloke that had opened the door. As he moved towards the light I saw it was him.
As we decided to leave my friend told me to take the Jack Dniels bottle lying in their front garden a long with other stuff such as twix wrappers and cigerrete boxes but i wasn't feeling like a tramp so didnt take it. We also didnt leave our names across the wall like other people, then again it had been painted over, mostly.
Well thats the story off we went home, but it was worth it.
Cheers Jamie
*It doesnt get any better that that*
I've now fgot a theory about who the mysterious bloke is. Loz Hardy from Kingsmaker lives in the granny flat at the back of the house, and is good friends with Damon and Justine, so maybe it was him. Who knows?
If you've read this and want to go visit Damon, then, and I may regret it, mail me for the address. A month ago I was begging for the address, so it would be hypocritical to not tell others. But can I please ask that you remember Damon (and Justines) privicy. Obviously you'll want to knock on the door, we're only human after all, but PLEASE do not sit outside for hours making loads of noise, shout to them from the street in the hope they hear, write on the walls or try to look through the windows. They have blinds convering all the downstairs windows, this is for a reason, please respect that.
© 1997 kak12@dial.pipex.com
Get free clip art from
ClipArtConnection.com
Get your own Free Home Page