BEX
Day 1 with Bex
Alrighty peeps, yet another adventure to tell you about. After applying for tickets to the show for she’s the one and hearing they had all been allocated – I resigned myself to just watching it air on TV. However, thanks to the generosity of friends both myself & Dame Hilda were both offered tickets ( I know we are forever in your debt).
Well this was 3-4 days before the event and due to me working (habit I can’t seem to break) poor Dame Hilda was left to sort out our attire for the evening, oh yes and accommodation.
On the Saturday morning I woke very early to give my man a bloody good workout – (talking about Shadow my puppy and not my husband). After walking through several mud filled fields I returned home to find my hubby eager to go grocery shopping before dropping me off to catch my train. I wouldn’t have minded but it was only 8am & I had booked a hair appointment & hoped to get my nails done before leaving.
Finally caught my train – hair looking fantastically crap (nice slept in look) and nails all jagged and rough – oh well what did ya expect from me. The train journey was very comfortable (first class usually is) but bloody boring. Remind me next time to fly or to insist that Hilda stays at mine the night before lol. Any way phone signal all the way down was virtually non existent so little bored me decided to close my eyes and dream. This didn’t happen cause some sweet old dear decided to talk to me non stop for the next hour. Suddenly realized the tannoy system was saying arrival in London just 25 minutes away – well this sparked such excitement in me that I just had to have a drink – yes vodka & coke and it was only just after midday. Finally got through to Hilda to say I would soon be arriving & that I would meet her at her station.
Never again!!!!!! Now I know London is the capital but bloody hell – didn’t know which direction to head in – thank god the little old dear was heading my way.
Finally arrived at Hilda’s station and called to ask where she was. Ten minutes later I am still on phone with her directing me to the exit she took – suddenly spotted her and decided to greet her warmly with a big hug. Picked myself up off floor after her warm greeting and made our way to the underground.
This was fun in itself but finally we found our destination and hotel. Funnily enough we found we didn’t have a room and being as there was some big rugby match on all hotels were full. Decided to slum it in the Travel Lodge (hey we had no choice – 5 star hotel wanted £300 for a bloody bed – no breakfast just a bed – might have lost my money worries but sure aint lost my faculties.) The hotel in fairness was clean, the staff were pleasant and the room was in fact lovely – best part MacDonald's was next door.
Booked in and unpacked – first thing was glasses & vodka – funny how you forget what measuring means. 4 glasses later & starving we made our way to Macdonalds for tea. Nothing is ever straight forward with us and we had to run into a bunch of rugby supporters who just happened to fall out of a limo. Now I like limo’s and was determined to have a rest in one. Driver was dead cute and let us in – even giving us a few cans of lager – oh yes and a cuddle and quick kiss – yes girls Bex was back in town.
Stuffed our faces and headed back to room to get ready for our night out. Had arranged to meet friends at the posh hotel and decided to go straight there.
Didn’t know what to expect as I had refused to pay their ridiculous prices but they welcomed us warmly. Hit the bar – still don’t know how they justify vodka & coke @ £7.50 a hit but hey that’s life. Any way we were sat there admiring the view and having a good old gossip catch up session when my mobile started going.
Looked in horror to see it saying “mum calling”. Don’t get me wrong I love my mum with all my heart but she cannot see the attraction with Westlife and although I am a fully grown woman she worries if I am away from home so I hadn’t in fact told her I was.
Went outside to take the call because it was very quiet in the bar & didn’t want the embarrassment of my mum shouting down the phone at me. Any way she had in fact called to tell me that “Westlife” had just been on come dancing and that they were crap. Had to tell her I needed to go as it was very cold but in fact a taxi had pulled up right in front of me & Dave, Shane & Mark were all clambering out. Shane headed towards me pulling his little suitcase trolley thing but wearing a long coat so I muttered I was freezing & stepped inside it to have a warming hug. He very readily obliged but unfortunately it wasn’t warming enough so I kindly informed him that I needed a hug off Mark instead. Bless the little fella – he shouted over to Mark who not only shook my hand, kissed my cheek and hugged me but also pulled his trolley into the back of my ankle. I blame Dave for this mind as he was adamant that I wasn’t gonna get a hug or anything else – obviously I would have asked him for one but I have a fear of being crushed.
Had a chat with Mark in the foyer and suddenly remembered that me & Hilda had a nice pic of Ozzy with us so after making him promise to wait I tottered off to fetch it.
Did a bit of sign language to Hilda so not to alert a table full of fans and headed back to reception. Asked Mark for a pic and he was happy to oblige – bless Dave for taking it – thought he would cut me off but he never, Hilda was too busy sorting out the pic. Gave Mark the photo of Ozzy and after he asked me how I came to have it & I had explained he thanked us again & we just wandered off. Thought Hilda was still with me but suddenly realized she had stopped. Looked behind and she was peering round a pillar at a certain Mr. Filan. Well Shaney boy spotted her and kept signalling for her to go and have a picture with him. Being the polite lass that she is she kept informing him that she could see he was busy and it didn’t matter. I actually knew what she was thinking so I decided to tell him straight. She didn’t want a picture with him pulling that stupid fake fan face that he always seems to pull and unfortunately for me he looked at me totally blank, so I did my best impression.
He lunged at Hilda and burst out laughing and yes it is one hell of a nice photo.
Any way he kept chuntering on to us & Hilda remembered she was supposed to get a site card signed for someone. Shoved under his little nose he started to read it – leapt into action by informing him that Dave was waiting for him so he quickly signed. Then handed him Domain card & once again he started to read it – shit I just had to distract him so I asked about tour tickets & why it was such a shambles again. Also asked how the lads could support fans ripping each other off and he said that they didn’t and wasn’t happy about it at all. Decided to leave it at that and joined Hilda on the stairs and off we went giggling – looked behind & Shane was still stood there – all alone, bless!!!!
Now Mark had said that they would be back down in half an hour but we found the settee in the bar to comfy to move from plus we were waiting for friends. Spent a pleasant evening talking amongst ourselves when the barman informed us it was last orders. The others decided to call it a night but me & Hilda still had to finish our drinks. Now after last orders you can only get drinks if you are a resident – bit of winking and sweet talking & people were getting our drinks well into the night.
Was starting to flag a bit when in walked Jake & his lady. Me being quiet and shy shouted “good evening” and he did in fact come over to speak. He actually wanted to know how I could afford to be in all the top hotels – bit of a shock to him to hear I am rich – but hey you should never judge a book by its cover.
Any way Hilda chatted to his friend whilst I had a chat with Jake for the next hour – I always thought he was such a gentleman but book and cover now spring to mind……. Finally got a cab back to our hotel and giggled like loons all up the corridors – cracking night all in all and yes we had arrived in “London Baby”