I don't post nearly enough.
What a day yesterday.
Wake up at 6 in the morning, get ready, and head out at 7am to get into town itself, from there I get on a bus at 7:35 (It leaves at 7:55, but why wait around? Get a good seat early on), that heads to London.
Get off the bus around 12:30ish (It was running damned late...), and from there head round the corner to jump on a bus to Oxford (I wish I'd grabbed something to eat prior to getting on this bus really, as I hadn't eating at all so far in the day, hell, this was my first chance to have a drink since leaving the house too).
By this point, I already have a killer headache from not eating and sleeping way too much on the way down, but I figure... I'm most of the way there now, and it's EWW, the show is going to rock even if the extent of my work there ends up being one interview.
After almost two hours on the bus, I arrive in Oxford, and a quick walk to the cash machine has me getting enough cash out for the trip through to Whitney... during which time two buses to Whitney go past (typical), thankfully there's a ton of people to get on one of 'em, so I get to the bus stop in time to get on the bus.
After a long trip (where a seriously hot gal sat next to me... shame I wont see her again really), I got off the bus, and headed into The Palace Nightclub to meet up with the guys on the show (feeling like crap at this point, I've been travelling for near 10 hours, and I've yet to eat that day).
Head out with Ricky Slatter to grab a pizza, (one each, I needed food for christ's sake!) Back to the building, and we have to go in the side door as the main one is locked... unfortunately so's the door down there too, so a quick call to Chris O'Regan from Ricky has him coming down to let us in.
Five minutes, and an entire pizza later, I call Chris myself, and he says he's already come down, I point out we're at the back exit, and he finally gets his ass down to let us back in.
Head's still killing me tho', so I pretty much sit down for a while, trying to shake it off, by the time the show starts, I'm still feeling like I should be dying.
Worth noting at this point of the evening I'm wearing a fucking ELF costume! (We're going with a geeky interviewer role for me, so making me look stitched up works brilliantly, especially an interviewer who dresses as an Elf for frickin' Halloween).
So we do some interviews with a few guys (Marty Scurll, Joe FX, Phil Bedwell & Flatliner, all great guys, tho' Flatliner's slap came out of nowhere for me), and my head feels somewhat better, but we have a lull, and my head's as bad as it was.
We're nearing match 2, UK Pitbulls Vs Sykes & Karl Krammer. The flaw being that Sykes has yet to arrive (Bad traffic and crap directions from the net being his downfall), he arrives with about 5 minutes until his match is due to begin, so after a very quick change, he heads out there for his match, from what little I saw on the backstage screen, it went over quite well.
As the night progressed, my head felt a LOT better, to the point where I was chatting quite normally with Joe FX, and a few of the other guys, all good blokes down there, great atmosphere (seriously, any workers, see if ya can get booked at EWW, and fans... go see an EWW show, one of the greatest experiences ever!)
Also did an interview with Sam Slam, in which the microphone I was using ended up in three pieces... that guy is nuts, but definitely in a good way.
As the night progressed, (Well, neared the end really), my head had completely cleared, and both myself and James are getting a lift back with Sykes and his missus (Joy), but considering they're hungry (and to be fair, so was I after only eating a pizza), we stop at a burger van, they get something quick... I get two 1/2 lbs burgers which I downed before we even got back in the car (I was feckin' hungry, alright?!), wish I'd got a drink at that point tho', lol.
Had a good joke and chat with 'em all on the way back (until I fell asleep), and finally got in at like 4:30am (I think Sykes must have got in at like 6am or something, but they're damned good people).
As a whole, the night was amazing, and the show seemed a complete success, unfortuantely not all the interviews that needed to be done got done, but extra ones were taken as well. Also, I was meant to take pics of most of the wrestlers, but unfortunately that never happened as I felt like I was gonna die for the first half of the show, by the time I felt better, the videos were the most important thing I felt.
Gotta publicly thank the guys at EWW for a great night tho', it's definitely a brilliant place, and I can't wait to see the finished result (seriously, buy the damned DVD, even if it's only to see me dressed up like a complete twat, and choked by Sam Slam, along with acting like a moron backstage as well... it's my gimmick after all :P). Already looking forward to the next one.
My next booked show is back at RDW in Skegness at The Suncastle, where it's RDW's anniversary show on November 10th. I advise everyone who can to get down there to see some VERY good wrestling, and me as a referee :D.
Wake up at 6 in the morning, get ready, and head out at 7am to get into town itself, from there I get on a bus at 7:35 (It leaves at 7:55, but why wait around? Get a good seat early on), that heads to London.
Get off the bus around 12:30ish (It was running damned late...), and from there head round the corner to jump on a bus to Oxford (I wish I'd grabbed something to eat prior to getting on this bus really, as I hadn't eating at all so far in the day, hell, this was my first chance to have a drink since leaving the house too).
By this point, I already have a killer headache from not eating and sleeping way too much on the way down, but I figure... I'm most of the way there now, and it's EWW, the show is going to rock even if the extent of my work there ends up being one interview.
After almost two hours on the bus, I arrive in Oxford, and a quick walk to the cash machine has me getting enough cash out for the trip through to Whitney... during which time two buses to Whitney go past (typical), thankfully there's a ton of people to get on one of 'em, so I get to the bus stop in time to get on the bus.
After a long trip (where a seriously hot gal sat next to me... shame I wont see her again really), I got off the bus, and headed into The Palace Nightclub to meet up with the guys on the show (feeling like crap at this point, I've been travelling for near 10 hours, and I've yet to eat that day).
Head out with Ricky Slatter to grab a pizza, (one each, I needed food for christ's sake!) Back to the building, and we have to go in the side door as the main one is locked... unfortunately so's the door down there too, so a quick call to Chris O'Regan from Ricky has him coming down to let us in.
Five minutes, and an entire pizza later, I call Chris myself, and he says he's already come down, I point out we're at the back exit, and he finally gets his ass down to let us back in.
Head's still killing me tho', so I pretty much sit down for a while, trying to shake it off, by the time the show starts, I'm still feeling like I should be dying.
Worth noting at this point of the evening I'm wearing a fucking ELF costume! (We're going with a geeky interviewer role for me, so making me look stitched up works brilliantly, especially an interviewer who dresses as an Elf for frickin' Halloween).
So we do some interviews with a few guys (Marty Scurll, Joe FX, Phil Bedwell & Flatliner, all great guys, tho' Flatliner's slap came out of nowhere for me), and my head feels somewhat better, but we have a lull, and my head's as bad as it was.
We're nearing match 2, UK Pitbulls Vs Sykes & Karl Krammer. The flaw being that Sykes has yet to arrive (Bad traffic and crap directions from the net being his downfall), he arrives with about 5 minutes until his match is due to begin, so after a very quick change, he heads out there for his match, from what little I saw on the backstage screen, it went over quite well.
As the night progressed, my head felt a LOT better, to the point where I was chatting quite normally with Joe FX, and a few of the other guys, all good blokes down there, great atmosphere (seriously, any workers, see if ya can get booked at EWW, and fans... go see an EWW show, one of the greatest experiences ever!)
Also did an interview with Sam Slam, in which the microphone I was using ended up in three pieces... that guy is nuts, but definitely in a good way.
As the night progressed, (Well, neared the end really), my head had completely cleared, and both myself and James are getting a lift back with Sykes and his missus (Joy), but considering they're hungry (and to be fair, so was I after only eating a pizza), we stop at a burger van, they get something quick... I get two 1/2 lbs burgers which I downed before we even got back in the car (I was feckin' hungry, alright?!), wish I'd got a drink at that point tho', lol.
Had a good joke and chat with 'em all on the way back (until I fell asleep), and finally got in at like 4:30am (I think Sykes must have got in at like 6am or something, but they're damned good people).
As a whole, the night was amazing, and the show seemed a complete success, unfortuantely not all the interviews that needed to be done got done, but extra ones were taken as well. Also, I was meant to take pics of most of the wrestlers, but unfortunately that never happened as I felt like I was gonna die for the first half of the show, by the time I felt better, the videos were the most important thing I felt.
Gotta publicly thank the guys at EWW for a great night tho', it's definitely a brilliant place, and I can't wait to see the finished result (seriously, buy the damned DVD, even if it's only to see me dressed up like a complete twat, and choked by Sam Slam, along with acting like a moron backstage as well... it's my gimmick after all :P). Already looking forward to the next one.
My next booked show is back at RDW in Skegness at The Suncastle, where it's RDW's anniversary show on November 10th. I advise everyone who can to get down there to see some VERY good wrestling, and me as a referee :D.