Paolo Nutini and I!
So, I’m out having a totally 3 of Cups moment with two girlfriends – celebrating my friend’s 60th birthday and having a jolly nice time at a discreet and ‘spensive restaurant. We are just perusing the extensive menu when I happen to glance over the balcony (that’s how posh it was, it has a BALCONY) into another part of the restaurant below.
Oh. My. God.
REALLY – OH. MY. GOD!!!!!
Paolo Nutini was standing chatting to some friends, well within hormone-affecting distance. PAOLO NUTINI!!!!! Don’t know who he is?
But now, here’s the challenge – can I turn this into a lejit court card blog post?! Let me try!!
Court Card insights:
On that Saturday I would say that he was a Cup or a Pentacle: Family relationships are clearly important to him – he flew in from Germany for the party and would be flying back out there directly afterwards to continue with his tour.
He was also exhibiting Queenly behaviour Cup or Pentacle – it was his idea to get together for the photo and to offer the tickets – caring about his fans and nurturing them too.
But he was also very Wandsy. Sex on legs if truth be told. But of course, HE didn’t see himself that way in this situation; he was just being very sweet to a fan. The Wandy thing was simply this poor old Queen of Wands getting stirred up! So that was entirely my projection onto the situation. A woman can dream, can she not?!
Update: I didn’t go (I was going to see Wicked in Glasgow the following night and it was going to be a logistical nightmare, plus I didn’t think that the bit of paper would make it out of his suit pocket). On one hand, I feel sad about missing out on the gig, but yanno what? It doesn’t really matter for “I too had my hour, one far fierce hour and sweet, there was a Nutini by my side and shaking knees above my feet.”
*apologies to G K Chesterton’s The Donkey for bastardising its lines 😀