I wish

I wish Paul Holmes had been at Funq last night, it would have been hilarious. Instead I had to console myself with watching some dodgy dancing, brokeback mountain style fights, and a man sliding his black vinyl shorts halfway down his hungry arse.

Hungry arse, one look at you and I kiss the skies

Ahem.

It would also have been great if Michael Laws were caught in the bathroom applying eyeliner, but sometimes the universe withholds gratification.