This is possibly the least fun Monday I’ve had at work for a while.
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Bon Jovi are gods. Well, more or less. Michelle, Jac, Nick and I ventured into London’s Hyde Park yesterday for a Bon Jovi gig, and we couldn’t have picked a better day. Michelle and I were up first, booking into our hotel by 11.30am and taking a long walk through Kensington Gardens, to the Hyde Park venue. And you’ll be amazed to hear I’ve found the first bit of London I like. The Royal Parks, as they’re called, are very nice indeed, and you forget you’re ever in London for a while. Which, I suppose, is probably why it’s so nice.
It was about this time that Jac, nursing an almighty hangover, managed to catch a train from Watford. He’d woken up, as ever on a Saturday or Sunday morning, fully clothed, unable to remember much of the night, and feeling really rather rough. After stumbling out of his flat, a swift haircut ensued, after which he hauled himself to mile or so to the train station, onto the train carriage, and headed for London, on a line that went in completely the other direction, straight past his flat.
Michelle and I had, by this point, managed to find the place, and marked our position in the growing queue. It was 1pm, the sun was beating down, slowly grilling us, and without shade we decided we may as well get a tan. We didn’t reckon, of course, on sunburn. 1 hour later, we were hurting and thirsty, and radioed ahead to Jac for drinks. He arrived at 2, and we set about the mind-numbingly slow queueing process. Ahead of us, we could see the stage, and at the top we could see a scrolling messageboard, inviting us to text our messages so they could be scrolled along the large screen. So, seizing a good opportunity and a waste of 25p, I texted “Let Us In”. In the boredom of the queue, the point when the message scrolled across in huge letters was far and away the most amusing thing we had done, and we whooped loudly for joy, shouting, “oh, oh, oh, THERE IT IS”. Everyone, including Michelle, stared at us, quite possibly hoping they would stand nowhere near us when were were eventually let in. You’ll be pleased to know that I also advertised wibbler.com to the 92,000 people sitting there…
We burst into the ground at 4pm, and managed a very decent spot near the front of the crowd. Very quickly, we were surrounded by the rest of the queue, and from that moment on, we realised we would not be able to move until the end. No drink-getting, no food-buying, not even a visit to the little boys room. We were stuck.
We were still stuck an hour and a half later. And still waiting for the band to start up. Legs gave way, and the sun burned the living daylights out of any available skin.
You may have noticed that I haven’t mentioned Nick yet. That’s more or less because he was incredibly late. His, and his friend Mel’s, plan was to come up at 2.30pm, find Hyde Park, find us, and start queueing. The plan, sadly, went a little pear-shaped. He managed to turn up 15 minutes before the support band started, and gave up fighting through the crowd about twenty minutes later. We never saw him.
And then Bon Jovi came on. All was forgiven as song after song rained down on us – Living on a Prayer, Bad Medicine, Lay Your Hands On Me, You Give Love A Bad Name, One Wild Night, Bounce, they were all there. So we didn’t get too bogged down in their sheer brilliance, towards the end they played classic tracks from other bands – Lola and Twist And Shout, amongst others. They also played Status Quo’s Rockin’ All Over The World – Jac was in pure ecstacy, in contrast to the many foreigners in the audience around us, who merely looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders repeatedly.
It was a perfect gig, and as the sun set with hardly a cloud in the sky, it dawned on us that this was a very special place to be on that Saturday night. Even Jon Bon Jovi couldn’t get enough – 3 hours and 3 encores later, he was still going, strumming away in front of 92,000 in the Royal Park, ignoring the supposed finish time by at least half an hour.
We all left feeling exhausted and burnt; but also in the knowledge that, for those 3 hours, we were the biggest Bon Jovi fans in the world. We’d come for entertainment, and by golly we’d got it. Roll on next year. And Nick – I think a little earlier would be good…
I took the bull by the horns on Thursday, and decided once and for all to revamp the wibbler.com photo album. It’s offline at the moment, and being vicously fiddled with. And, by golly, so far the new design is shaping up to be a sexy piece of fluff. Splendid.
Illness comes but once a year to my temple of a body, and by God its come with a vengence this year. Monday night, I wasn’t quite feeling top dollar. By 3 am, I was bathing in a warm bed of sweat, and by 6am I was reaching for a bucket every few minutes. A quick temperature check from Michelle (39.5c), and the worst was confirmed – I was most definitely ill.
And here I still am, almost two days later, shacked up in bed. I’ve had one square meal since then, matching with 6 gallons of blackcurrent squash. It’s doing wonders for my diet, of course…
It’s Nick’s birthday next Wednesday, and to celebrate just how old he is, Michelle , Jac and I rocked up to the Pyrford Cricket Club, near Woking, for a bit of a bash. Highlights include thoroughly embarrassing Nick on the cricket pitch; embarrassing Nick in front of his new “girlfriend”; presenting Nick with a confetti donkey; Jac’s constant grammatical corrections; discussing in a slightly paedophilic way about our favourite S Club Junior band member; and remarking that for all the current media blitz about the new Directory Enquiries numbers, the old 192 number still works perfectly well. A full, and frankly brilliant, report is over on jonola14.co.uk – go on, have a read…
“A little dial, a time delay on the second slice”.
And so ended Jon‘s reign on Big Brother. His idea of a time delay on a toaster just about summed him up – clever, oddball, but with a heart of gold. I always find watching Big Brother so boring for the first few weeks – Jon was the only one that kept me interested. Yes, he was socially troubled, but he was very funny to watch. His “best bits” compilation had me in stitches. All the interesting people get voted out… *sulk*
About a week and a half ago, my Comments Leaderboard (see, it’s down there on the left) became “sponsored”. Most regular readers will notice that Jac, a prolific reader and commenter, was running away with the lead. This plainly wouldn’t do, and Paul D concocted a cunning plan – make him the leader. I needed a reason – and Paul duly offered a stiff barbeque and a small payment.
And so we have it – small time corruption has entered wibbler.com, and looks mighty fine from where I’m sitting. Jac, obviously, is incensed, as I discovered while talking to him last night. In fact, he plainly watches his score too much – within 12 minutes of the devious plan starting, he emailed me.
So, you know what to do, Jac…