Ceiling Kel is watching Lu
I've just gotten back from Nottingham not long ago, so SHARING TIEM!!!!!!
Dad was lovely enough to drive me to Shrewsbury, which saved me a fair mint in train fares, tho it did throw me and Bryony into the embarrassing situation of wanting to do a big squeeing hugfest but being awkwardly aware that our dads are right there six feet away from us. So we got on the train asap. 'Twas necessary.
And after navigating the trains with relative ease, we got slightly lost in Nottingham station and had to ask where the foyer was. I fail, lmao.
But then BIG SQUISHY HUGFEST NO. 1. In which we tried to break the current record for longest hug (me and Hattie, 1 min 30 secs), and I'm not sure whether we managed it or not... was anyone timing, lol?
And we got a girlie lilac hostel room this time. No en suite unfortunately, and less floorspace, so it turned into a pigsty pretty quick, but we got a telly which we never used and MOAR BUNK BEDS. *iz juvenile XD*We didn't realise it was above an old man's pub tho. Naturlich, we felt just like Howard and Vince walking into the King Prawn's Head. And then they told us that we could just have used the other door. So once we'd been shown to our room, we dumped our bags, sat down and had a big loud epic squeefest. And ate cookies. Which were kind of fail, presentation wise, but considering that people kept eating them, I guess they tasted alright XD
So then we went out for weird-in-between-lunch-and-dinner meal (and got lost just out of the door of the hostel and had to ask the man in the offy the way to the town centre) which had us squeeing (more quietly) in Subway. And I learned that the veggie patty is not vegan. But the veggie delite obviously is. And it was pretty nice, really. Just not as nice as the veggie patty. And before this, Lu managed to lose the rest of us in Boots. Lol.
Sooo, just after five, we were on our way back to the hostel to get ready, and who do we see in the street ahead of us. IT WAS ONLY RICH FUCKING FULCHER. I sort of gave him a smile and was ready to just walk on past, knowing that I'd embarrass myself immensely, but we wound up stopping, and I knew that if I did not go back, I would regret it forever. So as it was, yes, I did wind up embarrassing myself, not quite immensely, but embarrassing nontheless, but at least I don't have any regrets. And he's probably used to it.
He was so lovely, stopping to give people photos, even tho the guy with him was saying that they should be getting on to the arena. I didn't trust myself to actually say anything for fear of being epically embarrassing (okay, small regret), tho what did come out of my mouth to no one in particular was very embarrassing. About as embarrassing as what went into it. Namely, two long swigs of rum. Note to self: Much as the hip flask is epic love, maybe I shouldn't carry it around at absolutely all times...
Rose got a photo. I didn't. He looked in a rush. Okay, two small regrets.
I shall shut up now on the subject of the Fulcher, because I fear that even this last bit about him is epically embarrassing.
Can you tell that it still hasn't sunk in that it was ACTUALLY REAL yet?
*facepalm* I am such a fangirl.
So, ahem. Decided, finally, on an outfit. SEX? tee, polka dot mini, no tights, lotsa lotsa silver. I felt kind of bad, because the staff at the hostel were so nice, and I got silver paint on their carpet. And it took longer than expected, so I didn't have time to gel or spray my hair. But I had a big giant bow, so it was fine. And we had PROPER MIRRORS this time. No moar fail!
As for the show itself, we couldn't get closer seats this time, but we were in the floor section, about half way downish, right at the side, and it wasn't too bad. And I proper got into the Bob Fossil dance masterclass this time, even the Screaming Ocelot. Tho I didn't quite scream. I'm not sure my vocal chords can actually manage that noise. And the Crack Fox was even longer this time, and better. I'm still yet to see a really manic Sunflash, like Rose saw at Wembley, tho. He'd better be proper insane on the DVD, lol.
We met Jamie in the interval. And WE LOVE YOU!
To avoid epic puppy eyes again, we determined ourselves to dance. And all was good. Until Rose got through to the front and security stopped the rest of us. And when I say security, I do not mean Danny the giant, who we might have listened to without putting him on the Assassinations List, but the arena security. Who have surely seen countless ACTUAL GIGS in there, where MUCH BIGGER CROWDS have converged at the front with no ill effect. So we were peed off. And we went back to dance at our seats. When (tho I didn't realise this because I was concentrating on nothing but making an arse out of myself with the general spazziness that passes from me as dancing) the people behind us told us to sit down because they couldn't see. Which also peed us off. So we ignored them.
And then we were ushered to an exit that led straight outside and Lu had to talk her way back in to the merch stand.
FAIL, SECURITY. YOU BASTARDS.
So after that we went for a wee drinky with Lu's friend, whose fiance is also trying to write a novel. They were nice. I bought a round. I feel wonderfully unselfish now :-)
And the Hitcher invited us for a drink. A guy in full costume who recognised us from the show, who was with his mates who were also in full elaborate costumes, including a Tony Harrison with a table around his neck. It would have been brilliant to have gone, but we weren't all feeling 100% and went back for radio eps and smooshing and squeefest back at the hostel. And I stayed silver until 4am.
The next day I made breakfast as promised, and we spent most of the day in the train station cafe copying more classic Boosh photos. And AS SOON AS I FIND MY SOFTWARE I will post all of them. For they were ledge XD
The end.
I MISS YOU ALL ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND JEN AND HATTIE AND MOAR JAMIE WOULD BE THE ONLY THINGS THAT COULD HAVE MADE IT BETTER!