One Night with The Voice

DISCLAIMER: The following blog post comes with the knowledge that others haven't been made for quite some time. And it's also worth knowing that the author has never been diagnosed with what has been dubbed "Craig Plague".

For those of you who may have seen it, I was on the news for about 5 seconds due to being filmed while Harrison Craig (2013 winner of The Voice) was doing a meet&greet at Westfield. Needless to say, the day itself was memorable enough to say the least. Aside from standing in line for what must have been an eternity, I met him. He was sitting at a table and he stood up to greet my friends and myself. He gave them a hug with clear sincerity, but when my turn came he seemed somewhat reluctant. And he smelt like laundry powder. 

Not the greatest first impression, and it lingers on as the most unusual brush with fame that one could have.

Five months later, it came to my attention that he was performing Christmas carols in the city. On the night of his last performance I went along with my friend and after what was an entertaining show, fangirls could line up and meet him. Feeling that it was time for a catch-up, I joined the line. 

After getting on the stage and saying the strangest things ever, I think the poor chap is in need of some therapy. 

HC: Hello!

Me: I remember you! You were at Westfield a few months ago! You smelt like laundry powder!

After he did his best to remain composed, he hugged me and I took a loud exaggerated sniff (to give him credit, he smelled rather nice). Upon his release, he looked ready to move to Tibet. So to reassure him, I said he smelt better.

I then posed for photos with him and my friend and while they did their best to keep calm and ignore the basket case, I put my elbow on his shoulder and posed with the elegance of a bogan leaning proudly on his Commodore.

Much later, when he was leaving, my friend and I were walking as he drove past in a heavily guarded buggy. 

Me: (obscenely loud) You smell great!!

HC: (loudly, but with more dignity) Thank you!

It came to my realisation later that what I said to him could have been interpreted as offensive/crass/crazy/stupid, and that in the years to come, I will have been the cause of his nightmares. So just to set the record straight;

Harrison, if you ever read this, I'm sorry for:

• being mental
• sniffing you
• making comments on your stench/lack of it
• shouting at you
• treating you like a bogan car

Please accept my sincerity and if ever makes you feel better, you can sniff me too. But to give you the heads-up, I don't smell like laundry powder. 

And that, dear readers, was my night with The Voice... or rather the winner of the TV show. I hope you all have a fabulous Christmas and a equally awesome New Year. 2014 promises to be intriguing and with any luck, so will the posts.

All the very best until the next time.