I knew something momentous had happened. This is too cool:
"Sophie Monk is waiting for her suitcase in the arrivals hall at Melbourne Airport. Surrounded by fellow passengers, the willowy blonde doesn't notice the middle-aged man lurching towards her with the aid of a walking-stick. His wild hair and crumpled suit are the colour of cigarette ash and his face is as pale as milk. The distance between them closes until Monk, the "blonde goddess" of Australian pop, is standing just a few metres from Shane MacGowan, Ireland's ruined laureate of rock'n'roll excess.
They're blissfully unaware of each other. And the unlikely congress lasts just a few seconds. MacGowan turns on his walking stick and stomps off to the men's room; Monk grabs her luggage and scoots away to a waiting limousine. I'm left standing in the arrivals hall, feeling like I've just seen both ends of the musical rainbow."
The blonde one by Richard Jinman, SMH, 10-11 May 2003 (found in the recycling pile, haha!)