Calvin Harris Once Had To Dodge A Flying Midget At A Miley Cyrus Birthday Party
UK – There’s a chance we could be without some of our Friday night club bangers if it weren’t for Liam Payne. The singer has revealed how his DJ pal Calvin Harris nearly came a cropper thanks to a flying performer at Miley Cyrus’ 21st birthday, but Liam’s quick thinking saved the day. He saw the accident was about to happen and yelled at the 6’5″ DJ to duck. Liam told told The Sun: ‘I was at Miley Cyrus’ 21st birthday party. There was obviously everybody there and I saved Calvin Harris from a midget. That was quite bizarre. ‘They had flying midgets at this thing. It was a rooftop thing. One was coming behind him and it was like a slow-mo of me shouting at Calvin to duck. He’s a tall boy and there was a midget coming at his head and literally that would have been curtains for him.’ After the incident Calvin his thanks to the 1Der for his lightening reactions: ‘Big thank you to Real_Liam_Payne for saving me from getting KO’d by a flying ‘person of unusually short stature’ tonight.’
Such a wild, random story that results in more questions than answers, and I love it. One second you’re wining and dining next to the most recognizable and desirable people on the planet, the next you’re hitting the floor because people decided to launch an array of real-life furless Ewoks at will. And the fact they calmly describe the most famous DJ on Earth almost getting decapitated by a
midget little person (we here oblige to the wishes of the great Mickey Abbott) like it’s par for the celebrity course makes it that much better. Just another day, another dollar, another flying midget in the lifestyles of the rich and famous.
And of COURSE there were little people there to make Miley’s birthday scene that much better. It’s a veteran move. Any situation is improved by the addition of dwarves.
Parties, weddings, funerals. The
sky countertop, is the limit. Is there anything little people can’t do? Well, yes. But kudos to them for their help finding the happy place in all of us. Evidence A: If this little person soaring out of a window over his fun-sized pal to go Phi-Slamma-Jamma in a hot tub doesn’t make the sun shine a little brighter, you have one giant dump in your pants. This belongs in a museum of joy.