I made a complete fool of myself in front of Sarah Blasko. At a gig where she was opening for The Brunettes, I spotted her weaving her way from the bar to stand near the stage. Drunk on good music and vodka, I couldn't resist barelling over to her and blurting all sorts of fan-girlish things like how she was *SOCOOL* and how I *LOVEDHERDRESS* and especially *HOWMUCHBETTERSHEISTHANTHEBRUNETTES*. Was it my imagination or did she actually take a step back from me, grinning with a combination of confusion, terror and alarm? I choose not to remember.