I have the greatest admiration for fans. I’ve always thought that I’d be too scared to meet my heroes. I literally ran away from Tim Burton at Paddington Station once, before hiding again from him on at least two more occasions.
And I’ll never stop feeling shitty about the fact that I’ll never get to meet Bowie.
So these people who do pull themselves together, risk all of the emotional over-reaction, potential disappointment, and embarrassment to actually meet their heroes impress me. Why can’t I be you?

Pictures of you, from our attic, Wembley 1985
The answer at that point was, no, not really.
A mutual friend hurriedly took me aside and made me a mix CD to educate myself. At the time I was 23 and The Cure had not come onto my radar.

Helping with set lists
That was Chris.

Well, the cat helped too!
Tonight, in Munich, we will be in the crowd putting our hands in the sky watching The Cure perform on their latest tour.
I’d love to bake a cake for Robert Smith and the rest of The Cure, band members past and present, to say thank you for all the years of music that they have given to Chris and their fans. He would follow you to the ends of the earth (and I’m pretty sure that he has been around the world a few times with you over the years!) so if you ever fancy stopping with a slice, I’ll happily hook you up.Maybe a traybake or some Red Velvet Cupcakes, something small enough to enjoy in a wardrobe somewhere.
This post is dedicated to my love, with my love on his Birthday. All pictures pilfered shamelessly from his Facebook page! Happy Birthday, Chris.
Stay gorgeous!
Cxx