ACCOZZAGLIA

I stopped by the club tonight to see the event that bumped me for the week. No biggie, really, but I was hoping to talk to Dave about the imminent stalker situation that materialised last Saturday night. Needless to say, he wasn’t there.

And oddly, the person stamping hands for this special event is someone I barely know (as in, I forget her name, because it carries that little impact), yet mentioned that this special event is now an “every third Wednesday” thing at the club, which was news to me.

I mean, if this were applicably the case, I wouldn’t have minded to have known about this directly from Dave — who also promotes and arranges venue talent. But to hear it third-hand? How often does this happen in the land of false politeness? Aren’t we all road-weary of this by now?