Perhaps Germaine Greer Recently Saw The Dark Knight?
The Melbourne Writers Festival means that currently there are a lot of literary types wandering around the city, and if you’re an ornithologist (who is bored of checking out red breasted blue jays or whatever the hell kind of birds make ornithologists soil themselves with glee, and instead now spend your waking hours keeping an eye out for book lovin’ folk) you’re in absolute heaven.
I had a rather wonderful Celeb Spot myself on Sunday, and I would like to tell you about it.
Picture it… I’m walking up Brunswick Street with my friend Lee and we’re chatting about incredibly deep issues, when I glance behind us and notice Germaine Greer powering along with a friend.
Lee – “… and blah blah blah, something very important, blah blah blah…”
Jess – “… Uh-huh… and Germaine Greer is walking behind us..”
Lee subtly turned around, saw that I was correct in my identification, and we quietly smiled, oddly thrilled by this encounter. We stepped to the side so I could get something from my bag, and Germaine strode past.
Here’s where it gets vaguely interesting. Germaine was wearing a lovely black cape, draped attractively over her shoulders. But as soon as she walked past us, she spread her arms out to the side and walked the rest of the way up Brunswick Street looking as as though she was planning on flying off at any moment. All. The. Way. Up. The. Street. Using her cape like Batman!
Lee began imitating her but I made her stop, terrified that Germaine would turn around, see us making fun of her Dark Knight method of strolling around Fitzroy, and write a scathing essay about us called “On Bitches”.
And that is the non-story of when I saw Germaine Greer pretending to be the caped crusader as she wandered up Brunswick Street on a Sunday afternoon.
(She’s got hot legs, by the way).
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Nothing could prepare me for the end of this piece.
(She’s got hot legs, by the way).
Great, now I’m imagining Germaine Greer’s legs, thanks Jess.
*scowls*
I worked with her once, unfortunately. You could not ask to meet anyone more gratuitiously vicious, graceless or as abusive as her. A real nasty piece of work.