[London, October 11. Image via Bauer-Griffin.]
when i was 16, i moved to london to become a world-renowned photographer. while that didn't happen, i did write a particularly cheesy but totally honest letter to linda telling her that i was a fan and that she was my heroine. i went to their house in st. john's wood to put it in the letter box. the maid just happened to be going in and she said that she would give the letter to her. i kind of stood there for a few minutes trying not to be a creep. a window at the top corner of the house opened and linda gave me the thumbs up and held my letter to her chest. she had lost her hair but looked happy. about a minute later, the gate opened and paul came out. he gave me a hug and said the letter made her day and thanks for caring and blah blah blah. we chatted for about five minutes (mostly him asking why i was in london and how the photography stuff was going) then she came down and gave me a hug as well. i seriously can't say enough lovely things about either of them. also, she never mentioned liking BON FUCKING JOVI. sorry, the bon jovi thing really bugs me.