Fear the Famous one

Whilst leaving a crappy members club in London with some friends, we hit the button for the lift and waited, watching the various people standing around, wanting to be seen, old women trying to look young and hitting on anything under 40, bankers trying to do the same.....

The lift opened and we were confronted by a 'cool' man arms outstetched across the opening of the lift.

'You can't come in here.....' He told us as a woman stumbled in the background of the lift.

'Why not?' we asked.

'You just can't, we're going down.'

'So are we.' We replied, pushing our way past him, much to his annoyance.

Once in the lift, we pushed the button to get down and the lady turned to look at us, who it turned out was a singer with attitude (or so she thinks).

'I'm famous.' She told us.

We looked at each other, eyes wide with amusement, not believing as drunk as she was that she had just said this as she seemed to realise what she had just said herself.

'You're what?!' My friend said.

'I can't believe you said that!!!'

We started to laugh at her as she smiled and shrugged it off, trying to make herself look good again. After a the lift slowly let us out of the club and we had had all the fun we could of taking the piss out of her we left, sure in the knowledge that she would be telling someone else pretty soon of how famous she was.