Dad says I'm too young to date (Lame!)
So, yesterday was fun! I got up at 6.30 to get the 6.58 Coastliner into Leeds, where I bought Love It and read that while I waited for the 8.05 coach to London. While they were making announcements for other coaches I heard that there's a direct coach to Banbury from Leeds - I was like "Ooh, I could go and see Ryan!" Anyhoo, got on the bus and it was the fullest I've ever seen the Leeds - London bus when it arrived - I managed to get a window seat but only because I sat in one right at the front. Which meant it was freezing every time they opened the door - luckily that wasn't too often but when they stopped to switch drivers it was open for ages, very cold!
We got to Golders Green 20 minutes early so I decided to stay on the bus until Victoria - mistake. I ended up 20 minutes late to meet jainaj - if only I'd asked the girl embroidering the Zebra in the seat beside me to let me out at Golders Green after all. Oh well. I got some serious tube rage on - people getting off trains with massive suitcases and just STOPPING. I yelled at them, it was fun.
I finally met Jaina just as the snow/rain starting chucking down again, so we tried to retreat to somewhere warm and not packed. We passed by one packed Starbucks and ran into a free Tibet march, so turned down another street, walked past another packed Starbucks and a packed Costa and decided just to go and hang out in FP. Which we did for a while - just after we got downstairs, fray101 appeared behind us. We mooched there for a few minutes and then went back outside to wait for angelite and generalzog, but got cold and went back into the shop.
After a few minutes of me and Hilary umming and ahhing about asking about the one single Serenity comic they seemed to have in stock, Hilary asked and was told to go and ask downstairs, which neither of us could be bothered with, and Mel and Mark arrived to we went off in many different weather conditions to My Old Dutch pancake restaurant, where sadly it seems that Sylar no longer works.
We ate - forgot how quickly the food comes there once you finally grab somebody to take your order - managed to accost the man to stamp our "buy 9 pancakes get the 10th free" loyalty cards (which were a source of huge amusement for Mark!) and I was glad we did - we go there about once a year, if that, so we're never going to get nine, but the man got stamp happy and stamped all our cards three times instead of once! Awesome.
So we trudged back to the theatre, got our bags checked and took our seats on the roof. No, seriously. Mel asked how much further we had to go and I said "We're on the roof, I told you!" just as we rounded a corner to find a man checking tickets, who laughed and said "You really are on the roof!" So we went up some more stairs after a trip to the toilet (which smelled) and wow, we were high. It would have been an excellent view if not for the two tall morons in front of us - luckily we got some revenge halfway through the second half when he took a photo with the flash on (idiot) and got caught - the usher came over and was looking around in his general direction, and all of us (apart from Mel, who was asleep) pointed at the guy and the usher took him out. It was great. The loud hyena laughing girls behind us also got their cameras checked at the end which was very satisfying.
The show was good, I enjoyed it. I'd like to see it again from nearer the stage sometime, probably with Mam because I think she wants to see it. Amusingly if Alan Dale (the reason we went!) didn't have such a distinctive voice, we wouldn't have been able to tell if he was even performing we were that far away! It's obviously never going to be quite Monty Python with different people doing it but I still had a good laugh! In the interval I bought a programme and a brochure, saved 50p by buying them both together, got a carrier bag and a poster for free and got entered into a competition to win some killer bunny slippers!
After the show we hung outside for a little while deciding what to do (my coach wasn't til 8 and it wasn't even 5.30) and eventually thought we may as well wander to the stage door for a while, even though we didn't think Alan would come out after the matinee. Especially not such a cold day! We hung around for about half an hour, before Mark and Mel decided they were going to give up and leave. Clearly the three or four other people waiting had jinxed the whole thing by bringing Neighbours DVDs for him to sign - I mean, mine's signed by Harold Bishop and even I didn't do that! I had a feeling he could be a bit prickly anyway and thought I'd rather have him sign the show programme!
About ten minutes after Mel and Mark left, just before we decided to leave, he came out. He looked as though he was going to escape without signing, but he signed the Neighbours DVD covers for the nerdy guys and then turned in our general direction and we three got him to sign our programmes, which he was happy to do. As he came over to us (apparently, Hilary tells me, I don't remember. I think I'd tuned them out) one of the nerds made a comment about Torchwood and as he was signing for us (I remember this part), he said "Oh?" and then said "Didn't one of the heroes die?" and I said "Yeah, but he didn't stay dead, unfortunately!" and Hilary said "Nobody liked him until you shot him!" which made Alan chuckle. We said thank you and left - just as one of the nerdy guys tried to get another one. As we were leaving, I heard him said "Alan, could you just sign another-" and Alan go "No, come on guys, I want to get away!" and Nerdy Guy said "Please just one, we've been waiting out here for hours!"
Which, dude. If you've been out there for hours, you haven't been to see the show. Way to go to make him like you.
We left quickly before Alan could get his rage on - we wanted good memories and he was lovely to us so that's what matters!
We retreated into Costa but sadly it was a bit packed - I got a hot chocolate and Jaina and Hilary got espressos - sadly Jaina ended up drinking hers standing as we could only find a table with two seats and no spare seats, so it wasn't exactly relaxing! I decided to follow Jaina and Hilary to Baker Street on the tube even though I had no reason to, just because I had time to kill so thought I might as well! We said goodbye to Jaina there, and walked to Marylebone where Hilary headed off for her train, and I got back on the Bakerloo line to Oxford Circus and then over to Victoria. I phoned Dad and had a chat about the football, and then they started boarding the coach which was thankfully almost completely empty (though four foreign girls got evil stares off me because they were talking SO loudly all the way), and also absolutely boiling. We got to Leeds early and then headed off for York - where we arrived about 15 minutes ahead of time.
Instead of paying for an expensive Station Taxis taxi, I got some cash out and went off to Fleetways up the street. I told the guy with the list that I was going to Tadcaster, and went to sit inside the office til he called me. I saw a taxi pull up and the girl on the phones said to the guy with the list "No - thats (something I didn't hear). The next one's Bill." And then my taxi came, I got in the car and it was indeed Bill in the driver's seat - my friend Jen's Dad!
He didn't recognise me til I gave him a shock halfway home by asking about Jen - then he said he'd thought he recognised me when I got in but wasn't sure why. Jen says he's not good with faces! So we had a bit of a catchup and though the meter said £17.60 when we pulled up at home, he only charged me a straight £15, which was nice of him!
And then Mam and I watched TV Burp that she'd taped (loved Dev's Countdown glaucoma noise!) and I went to bed after talking to Shirley for a bit and watching VM. Fun day! Love our Echelon shindigs :D
Now I'm going to go and finish writing about Eclipse. Or at least Friday at Eclipse.
We got to Golders Green 20 minutes early so I decided to stay on the bus until Victoria - mistake. I ended up 20 minutes late to meet jainaj - if only I'd asked the girl embroidering the Zebra in the seat beside me to let me out at Golders Green after all. Oh well. I got some serious tube rage on - people getting off trains with massive suitcases and just STOPPING. I yelled at them, it was fun.
I finally met Jaina just as the snow/rain starting chucking down again, so we tried to retreat to somewhere warm and not packed. We passed by one packed Starbucks and ran into a free Tibet march, so turned down another street, walked past another packed Starbucks and a packed Costa and decided just to go and hang out in FP. Which we did for a while - just after we got downstairs, fray101 appeared behind us. We mooched there for a few minutes and then went back outside to wait for angelite and generalzog, but got cold and went back into the shop.
After a few minutes of me and Hilary umming and ahhing about asking about the one single Serenity comic they seemed to have in stock, Hilary asked and was told to go and ask downstairs, which neither of us could be bothered with, and Mel and Mark arrived to we went off in many different weather conditions to My Old Dutch pancake restaurant, where sadly it seems that Sylar no longer works.
We ate - forgot how quickly the food comes there once you finally grab somebody to take your order - managed to accost the man to stamp our "buy 9 pancakes get the 10th free" loyalty cards (which were a source of huge amusement for Mark!) and I was glad we did - we go there about once a year, if that, so we're never going to get nine, but the man got stamp happy and stamped all our cards three times instead of once! Awesome.
So we trudged back to the theatre, got our bags checked and took our seats on the roof. No, seriously. Mel asked how much further we had to go and I said "We're on the roof, I told you!" just as we rounded a corner to find a man checking tickets, who laughed and said "You really are on the roof!" So we went up some more stairs after a trip to the toilet (which smelled) and wow, we were high. It would have been an excellent view if not for the two tall morons in front of us - luckily we got some revenge halfway through the second half when he took a photo with the flash on (idiot) and got caught - the usher came over and was looking around in his general direction, and all of us (apart from Mel, who was asleep) pointed at the guy and the usher took him out. It was great. The loud hyena laughing girls behind us also got their cameras checked at the end which was very satisfying.
The show was good, I enjoyed it. I'd like to see it again from nearer the stage sometime, probably with Mam because I think she wants to see it. Amusingly if Alan Dale (the reason we went!) didn't have such a distinctive voice, we wouldn't have been able to tell if he was even performing we were that far away! It's obviously never going to be quite Monty Python with different people doing it but I still had a good laugh! In the interval I bought a programme and a brochure, saved 50p by buying them both together, got a carrier bag and a poster for free and got entered into a competition to win some killer bunny slippers!
After the show we hung outside for a little while deciding what to do (my coach wasn't til 8 and it wasn't even 5.30) and eventually thought we may as well wander to the stage door for a while, even though we didn't think Alan would come out after the matinee. Especially not such a cold day! We hung around for about half an hour, before Mark and Mel decided they were going to give up and leave. Clearly the three or four other people waiting had jinxed the whole thing by bringing Neighbours DVDs for him to sign - I mean, mine's signed by Harold Bishop and even I didn't do that! I had a feeling he could be a bit prickly anyway and thought I'd rather have him sign the show programme!
About ten minutes after Mel and Mark left, just before we decided to leave, he came out. He looked as though he was going to escape without signing, but he signed the Neighbours DVD covers for the nerdy guys and then turned in our general direction and we three got him to sign our programmes, which he was happy to do. As he came over to us (apparently, Hilary tells me, I don't remember. I think I'd tuned them out) one of the nerds made a comment about Torchwood and as he was signing for us (I remember this part), he said "Oh?" and then said "Didn't one of the heroes die?" and I said "Yeah, but he didn't stay dead, unfortunately!" and Hilary said "Nobody liked him until you shot him!" which made Alan chuckle. We said thank you and left - just as one of the nerdy guys tried to get another one. As we were leaving, I heard him said "Alan, could you just sign another-" and Alan go "No, come on guys, I want to get away!" and Nerdy Guy said "Please just one, we've been waiting out here for hours!"
Which, dude. If you've been out there for hours, you haven't been to see the show. Way to go to make him like you.
We left quickly before Alan could get his rage on - we wanted good memories and he was lovely to us so that's what matters!
We retreated into Costa but sadly it was a bit packed - I got a hot chocolate and Jaina and Hilary got espressos - sadly Jaina ended up drinking hers standing as we could only find a table with two seats and no spare seats, so it wasn't exactly relaxing! I decided to follow Jaina and Hilary to Baker Street on the tube even though I had no reason to, just because I had time to kill so thought I might as well! We said goodbye to Jaina there, and walked to Marylebone where Hilary headed off for her train, and I got back on the Bakerloo line to Oxford Circus and then over to Victoria. I phoned Dad and had a chat about the football, and then they started boarding the coach which was thankfully almost completely empty (though four foreign girls got evil stares off me because they were talking SO loudly all the way), and also absolutely boiling. We got to Leeds early and then headed off for York - where we arrived about 15 minutes ahead of time.
Instead of paying for an expensive Station Taxis taxi, I got some cash out and went off to Fleetways up the street. I told the guy with the list that I was going to Tadcaster, and went to sit inside the office til he called me. I saw a taxi pull up and the girl on the phones said to the guy with the list "No - thats (something I didn't hear). The next one's Bill." And then my taxi came, I got in the car and it was indeed Bill in the driver's seat - my friend Jen's Dad!
He didn't recognise me til I gave him a shock halfway home by asking about Jen - then he said he'd thought he recognised me when I got in but wasn't sure why. Jen says he's not good with faces! So we had a bit of a catchup and though the meter said £17.60 when we pulled up at home, he only charged me a straight £15, which was nice of him!
And then Mam and I watched TV Burp that she'd taped (loved Dev's Countdown glaucoma noise!) and I went to bed after talking to Shirley for a bit and watching VM. Fun day! Love our Echelon shindigs :D
Now I'm going to go and finish writing about Eclipse. Or at least Friday at Eclipse.