Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
Oscar Wilde
I can't say I don't get around much... I thought I would have a "quiet" weekend, but when I checked the forum on Friday night it turned out that there was an unannounced DJ gig in Blackpool on Saturday!! I hysterically called the club (who confirmed) and quickly booked train and hotel and ticket (which cost more than I had wanted to spend...).
The next day Stephen and I went to see Borat in the cinema (very funny, very clever - I recommend it.), and at 6PM I left for Blackpool. The trouble was that there had been a football match earlier on (Sheffield v Manchester) and the idiots were causing a riot. This meant that a HUGE body of police were holing the trains to and from Manchester and I was an hour late, missed all my connections and then got stuck in a totally overcrowded small-town train.... I finally made it to windy Blackpool at 10:30PM, and then had to phone the hotel for directions because the street was so illogically numbered. The B&B people were very nice though, and when I mentioned the Syndicate club they immediately knew that Boy George was going to be there that night! He had been on the cover of the local paper as well that day. LOL
The Syndicate Club is apparently "the largest in Britain" (I found out afterwards), and it was full of drunken hag and hen parties (as was to be expected from Blackpool). Quite scary... I was so glad I had bought a ticket online - the queue was 2 miles long even at 12 AM!
I met bfolly from the forum. He left early -- people have a nerve!
There was also
a big, bold
guy with a CD to sign who was waiting eagerly. He was wearing
BOY London
badges and pink triangles and he was with this short bearded
guy, whom I
spoke to to find out that: ...the short guy was his
"stepson"...?!
I insulted them by saying they looked the same age
(they only had a 7 year
age difference, well -- get over it!) Very weird.... maybe he
had married
the short guy's DAD? But I could swear he mentioned his
MUM...! Those two
left early as well, so this time I was officially the ONLY
fan (of THAT
close circle) to have been there...
"Competition"
Did I mention that I hate DJ gigs...? They are so pointless. You're not supposed to stand and stare at the DJ, and it's so embarrassing when people go mad and take loads of pictures and I am amongst them! But all I want to do is STARE at George, LOL! He's just so gorgeous!
I think Frank also filmed me dancing with a pint of lager - I mean dancing on my own, HOLDING a pint of lager.
The gig was
good, and George
seemed relaxed, too. He was doing his job, he was not overly
hyper or
grumpy, he didn't mind the photo-takers (I did NOT see any
professional
photographer, so my piccies is the best you will get! LOL),
he posed for
photos occasionally, and he was dancing and enjoying himself.
Frank was
filming - quite a lot! The gig was a good length -
roughly 2 hours, and I
left straight after George disappeared into the
"tunnel" and Frank started
to pack up the DJ bag.
I did not wait around in front of the club. I went straight
back. I took a
cab because it had started to rain.
5 girls staying at my B&B had also been to the club (my hosts had informed me of that. Just forget about keeping personal things to yourself if you're staying in a British Bed & Breakfast! And I am just too chatty and trusting and sociable to ever NOT mention where I'm going that night and that the reason why I'm not not having the full English breakfast is because of my eating disorder...). I tried to overhear the girls' conversation the next morning, and they were talking only about how great their night out had been, but they did not mention George. Doh! They only mentioned the drunken morons who were trying to get into their pants while trying to keep their balance on a revolving dancefloor. (I don't think I ever set foot on that, LOL)
