I worked at the Jonas Bros 3D thus-and-such premiere in Leicester Square last night. Escorted Gillian McKeith and her family down the carpet, where there was a disaster involving sibling-autograph-rivalry, terrifying Jonai bouncers and me not being good at yelling at people. Heard a lot of yelling. Saw a lot of lone old dudes in the crowd. That's about it. Learned the technical distinction between 'PR', 'press' and 'publicity' mere days after learning what hedge funds are.
This is my leg behind DJ Ironik (I didn't know either):
ps Those heels got me a sleazy up and down look from Middle Jonas. The one who doesn't look related to any of the others. It was a thrill-ride.
I'm glad those shoes never got stolen.
