Oh, well. I might as well share this with you.
Otherwise, you might find out anyway-when I am properly famous, you know- and take offence I had not told you before. Also, once you become a blogger, you have to be prepared to expose some embarrassing aspects of yourself to whoever bothers to witness.
I did ask him nicely not to. Because, it was not an interview we were getting together for. It was to finally meet in person. A few Azeries meeting a few Armenians in London. Peace, friendship, festival as we say in Russian. Only, there is one particular British/Armenian journalist I don’t feel very peaceful towards right now! Not only I sound stupid (thanks to quite a few Pimm's and Lemonade) I also look terrible. But of course, he puts it all over Twitter and Facebook!
The original idea was to combine me with unzipped: gay Armenia blog which I thought was just a brilliant step towards the Armenia-Azerbaijan peace (friendship, festival...etc) making process.
Scary Azeri and an Armenian gay rights activist. In one video interview. Sharing Pimm's and Lemonade in London. How impossibly cool would that be? But noooo...some people chickened out. I would like- for the peace-making record- to point out that I, Scary Azeri, was doing my part.
At some point, there was an sms from Husband on my phone:
Are you safe with the Armenians?
We sent a reply:
No she is not. That's why we have her phone.
I will hunt you down, husband replied. To get the iPhone.
Anyway, here it is.
Thankfully, it is short. And can I just add:
Remember, camera puts on a few pounds.
Also, I do have eyes in real life. I don’t know why they disappear after a few drinks and during a lot of laughing. I really do have eyes. Oh, well. Whatever! Cheers, Onnik. It was great to finally meet you in person. No bastourma, but I did get a nice b&w book of photos of Armenia. Something every scary Azeri should have on her coffee table.
Peace, Friendship, Festival.