Lost Weekends I
So....!
June 19th, Motley Crue, Wembley Arema Pavillion, was awesome on so many levels. Not that I doubted it could be anything but. Quince and I met K and A at the Waggon and Horses for a brief drinky before driving to see E in Wanstead, where she is currently house-sitting. And what a house! Despite previous protestations about nudity, everyone stripped to heir drawers and went for a lovely, bubbly spin. Oh, we had lunch at the pub too, but that hardly seems relevant, in comparison to the hot-tub :p
Took us around an hour to get to Wembley. Disturbed two people fucking on their back seat as we pulled into the car park. Got there just as 'Shout...' started, and it was so immensely hot in there. By interval time, I had sweat running down the backs of my calves from my scalp. Terribly uncomfortable, but so worth it. We got many fairly clear views of the Sixx through the shoulders in fornt, and he looked hot. Can't believe they can all still manage such an energetic show, even Mick.
They went through, Kickstart, Home, Feelgood, Wildside (awesome), Looks, Dont Go Away Mad, SOS, the new Sick Love Song (good footstomper), Red Hot (Vince goading that 'I bet you fucking are!'), Live Wire. The crowd and the band we so loving it. Nikki got the mic and said how much he loved it here and all his favourite bands are London bands, made us all flip the bird and go, 'Fuck you, Motley Crue!', and got Gunnar out on stage to jam on Helter Skelter with them. There was dancng girls, wicked pyro's, tittycam (more about that later)..... they didn't disappoint for a second. The whole show was intense and electrifying. We stomped and howled like rabid dogs and managed three encores out of them: Feelgood, Primal Scream and finished with Anarchy. This is the nearest I'm gonna get to putting it into words, but the wait was worth it. Every second and every penny. Home Sweet Home brought a tear, and it couldn't have been better. Unless we'd brought the hot-tub. And Sixx had been in it!
So, Tommy gotout the infamous tittycam, and I got out my infamous titties, and waved them like a good groupie, but as we were in the C's (good view for us, but not for them), most of the titties that he showed on the monitors were from in the pit. I was a tad pissed. Mostly cos,as K reminded me, ours were the best pairs there; far better than any Tommy picked. So, next day, I emailed moxjet, who runs their site and told him this news. He has suggested that I email pics for him to pass on to Tommy :D
All in all, a fantastic time washad by all. It was lovely as ever to spend time with The K and the E. Lovely to see A again, as I've not seen him in ages. And lovely that Quince seemed to hit it off with everyone and despite a little apprehension before the gig (his first live RnR experience, folks!), he loved every second, too.
June 19th, Motley Crue, Wembley Arema Pavillion, was awesome on so many levels. Not that I doubted it could be anything but. Quince and I met K and A at the Waggon and Horses for a brief drinky before driving to see E in Wanstead, where she is currently house-sitting. And what a house! Despite previous protestations about nudity, everyone stripped to heir drawers and went for a lovely, bubbly spin. Oh, we had lunch at the pub too, but that hardly seems relevant, in comparison to the hot-tub :p
Took us around an hour to get to Wembley. Disturbed two people fucking on their back seat as we pulled into the car park. Got there just as 'Shout...' started, and it was so immensely hot in there. By interval time, I had sweat running down the backs of my calves from my scalp. Terribly uncomfortable, but so worth it. We got many fairly clear views of the Sixx through the shoulders in fornt, and he looked hot. Can't believe they can all still manage such an energetic show, even Mick.
They went through, Kickstart, Home, Feelgood, Wildside (awesome), Looks, Dont Go Away Mad, SOS, the new Sick Love Song (good footstomper), Red Hot (Vince goading that 'I bet you fucking are!'), Live Wire. The crowd and the band we so loving it. Nikki got the mic and said how much he loved it here and all his favourite bands are London bands, made us all flip the bird and go, 'Fuck you, Motley Crue!', and got Gunnar out on stage to jam on Helter Skelter with them. There was dancng girls, wicked pyro's, tittycam (more about that later)..... they didn't disappoint for a second. The whole show was intense and electrifying. We stomped and howled like rabid dogs and managed three encores out of them: Feelgood, Primal Scream and finished with Anarchy. This is the nearest I'm gonna get to putting it into words, but the wait was worth it. Every second and every penny. Home Sweet Home brought a tear, and it couldn't have been better. Unless we'd brought the hot-tub. And Sixx had been in it!
So, Tommy gotout the infamous tittycam, and I got out my infamous titties, and waved them like a good groupie, but as we were in the C's (good view for us, but not for them), most of the titties that he showed on the monitors were from in the pit. I was a tad pissed. Mostly cos,as K reminded me, ours were the best pairs there; far better than any Tommy picked. So, next day, I emailed moxjet, who runs their site and told him this news. He has suggested that I email pics for him to pass on to Tommy :D
All in all, a fantastic time washad by all. It was lovely as ever to spend time with The K and the E. Lovely to see A again, as I've not seen him in ages. And lovely that Quince seemed to hit it off with everyone and despite a little apprehension before the gig (his first live RnR experience, folks!), he loved every second, too.