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November 3, 2005

The Naked Truth About Michelle

From Michelle, Blushing in Rotterdam...

One of the great things about being Alesia's friend and co-Literary Chick is (apart from the fact that I get to hang with her) I get to read her fabulous books before they're published, mwahahahaha.

And thinking of Alesia's wonderfully whacky fun in The Naked Truth (it's hilarious, I promise) made me think about the time I, um, kind of got partially naked by accident.

But how could you get partially naked by accident, Michelle, I hear you all cry? Well...

Picture this...

In the old days, when I worked in a fabulous little pub in west London, I got roped in to be part of the Christmas pantomime, and the pantomime was a fun, silly, musical version of Camelot.

So, I'm Guinevere. But because this is a fun, silly, musical Camelot and not a dramatic, dark Camelot, I am wearing a slinky, long, strapless dress. I am also singing and emoting (actually, I am miming and emoting) and the whole pub is focussed totally on me. Really, they can't take their eyes off me, and I'm thinking that just for this one moment I know what Madonna feels like.

Then all of a sudden Merlin (also known as Oh Patient One, who was also in the pantomime) whispers in my ear...

...Michelle, the zip on your dress has come undone and one of your boobs is hanging out.

And after I stopped blushing like a tomato and braved the bar after the show (with Oh Patient One to prop me up) quite a few of the regulars bought me a drink. But the boob jokes kept coming for months. Months, I tell you. Ah, those were the days...