Still chuckle at this
Thought I would drop you a line about a ‘meet and greet with Danny Dyer’ I went to last Saturday.
Turns out that the man is a bit of a ballbag!
Me, my sisters and a friend had VIP tickets to meet Danny at Syndicate in Bristol, where he was going to be doing a DJ set. He stumbled in to the DJ booth at midnight and shouted “Bristol, I hope you are out of your faces ‘cos I’m FAACKED!!”. Not wrong there!!
He spent the next 2 hours trying to remain standing, wearing headphones that were not plugged in and sweating like a fat man in Greggs whilst some other poor bugger took control of the decks. Too much beak I reckon!!
We were due to meet him in an upstairs lounge and when he walked in he was being held up by four bouncers and his eyes were like marbles in a washing machine. However, when he walked past where me and my sisters were standing, he managed to kiss my sister on the lips and say “Hmm, that was nice” and then turn to me, kiss me and grab my right tit and give it a firm squeeze. An autograph would have done mate!
He was there all of two minutes and then had to be taken out because he couldnt cope and everybody was moaning because he was too mullered to speak.
We thought it was a bit rude of him to get off of his tit’s when he knew that he was being paid to meet people…..he could of at least offered to share his goodies with us! Danny, you are not The Business.”
Literally – amazing
