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WARNING: I may or may not have been a wee bit tiddly whilst writing this entry.
I had the last of my tests this morning, in regards to possibly finding a reason for my fainting/fitting spells. I endured a sleep-deprived EEG on Monday (just barely) and had a VER and Perimetry test, which involved staring at a flickering checkerboard on a computer screen, and then looking through elaborate goggles and pressing a buzzer whenever I saw a 'bar' in my peripheral vision. The latter test led me to wonder if I was playing the first draft of Space Invaders. I was having a migraine attack as the tests were being conducted, but thankfully nothing major happened. I have to wait until Monday to see the great, elusive Dr Burton, the lad who is supposed to be investigating the problem.
Last night I moseyed over to the Civic Theatre for the Spicks & Specktacular, expecting to just sit in the audience and watch the show but silently wishing I could be a part of the production. My wishes came true - Adam asked the audience to stand up if they've ever thrown underwear at a celebrity, and I shot to my feet. Myf ran over (cue me squeeing with delight) and I confessed that I once threw a pair of frillies at Tom Jones (because it's just what you do, y'see). That earned me a spot as a guest for that night's show. The next thing I knew, Myf was grabbing my hand (second verse, same as the first: squee!) and leading me to the stage door, where a stagehand called Hamish (not Blake) wrote a name tag for me and led me to my seat onstage. After a minor blunder where I experienced an embarassing brain fart and nearly forgot the name of the most influential Beatles album (Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band), I made it to the final two. There was an incident with me, my buzzer and my legs that had all three (Adam, Myf and Alan) doubling over with laughter, and I had a sporadic strain of Tourette's Syndrome, and somehow I stayed until the end. I lost by just one point, but Adam gave me a Spicks & Specks teatowel, badges and a stubbie holder. The big finale involved all the contestants joining the trio onstage to re-enact Michael Jackson's Thriller video, complete with dance routine. They changed a lot of the moves so I could barely keep up, but I didn't care because I was laughing the whole time.
I got to spend more time with Adam, Myf and Alan after the show and found them all to be absolutely fantastic people. All three were so friendly, welcoming and supportive. I got a "well done" from all three of them, along with hugs and kisses. I was also serenaded by Adam (on account of my full name sounding like Kyrie Eleison) and sniffed adoringly by Myf (believe me, it took all my self-control not to smuggle her away and hump her violently).
That was probably the closest i'll ever get to being an official guest on Spicks & Specks. But i'm immensely happy with what I got, and i'll never forget that experience.
And now, some obligatory happy snaps...
With Adam
With Alan
With Myf
My teatowel. Yes, it is signed. Yes, Adam wrote "Kirri is leapin'..." Yes, he proceeded to serenade me once again. Do you hear me complaining? Like hell, you do.
I had the last of my tests this morning, in regards to possibly finding a reason for my fainting/fitting spells. I endured a sleep-deprived EEG on Monday (just barely) and had a VER and Perimetry test, which involved staring at a flickering checkerboard on a computer screen, and then looking through elaborate goggles and pressing a buzzer whenever I saw a 'bar' in my peripheral vision. The latter test led me to wonder if I was playing the first draft of Space Invaders. I was having a migraine attack as the tests were being conducted, but thankfully nothing major happened. I have to wait until Monday to see the great, elusive Dr Burton, the lad who is supposed to be investigating the problem.
Last night I moseyed over to the Civic Theatre for the Spicks & Specktacular, expecting to just sit in the audience and watch the show but silently wishing I could be a part of the production. My wishes came true - Adam asked the audience to stand up if they've ever thrown underwear at a celebrity, and I shot to my feet. Myf ran over (cue me squeeing with delight) and I confessed that I once threw a pair of frillies at Tom Jones (because it's just what you do, y'see). That earned me a spot as a guest for that night's show. The next thing I knew, Myf was grabbing my hand (second verse, same as the first: squee!) and leading me to the stage door, where a stagehand called Hamish (not Blake) wrote a name tag for me and led me to my seat onstage. After a minor blunder where I experienced an embarassing brain fart and nearly forgot the name of the most influential Beatles album (Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band), I made it to the final two. There was an incident with me, my buzzer and my legs that had all three (Adam, Myf and Alan) doubling over with laughter, and I had a sporadic strain of Tourette's Syndrome, and somehow I stayed until the end. I lost by just one point, but Adam gave me a Spicks & Specks teatowel, badges and a stubbie holder. The big finale involved all the contestants joining the trio onstage to re-enact Michael Jackson's Thriller video, complete with dance routine. They changed a lot of the moves so I could barely keep up, but I didn't care because I was laughing the whole time.
I got to spend more time with Adam, Myf and Alan after the show and found them all to be absolutely fantastic people. All three were so friendly, welcoming and supportive. I got a "well done" from all three of them, along with hugs and kisses. I was also serenaded by Adam (on account of my full name sounding like Kyrie Eleison) and sniffed adoringly by Myf (believe me, it took all my self-control not to smuggle her away and hump her violently).
That was probably the closest i'll ever get to being an official guest on Spicks & Specks. But i'm immensely happy with what I got, and i'll never forget that experience.
And now, some obligatory happy snaps...
With Adam
With Alan
With Myf
My teatowel. Yes, it is signed. Yes, Adam wrote "Kirri is leapin'..." Yes, he proceeded to serenade me once again. Do you hear me complaining? Like hell, you do.