We got to Manchester really late. I don’t actually even
remember if there was a reason for that or whether we were just really late. I
remember being really gutted not to be on the front row, cos it was the first
(and for a very long time, the only) time I wasn’t on front row, and I could
see very little from where I ended up standing. Unsurprisingly I remember very
little of the music part of the actual thing, but I do remember that it wasn’t
FVK’s gig, it was an EP/album launch for a band that I no longer remember the
name of (Red something? I think it had Red in the name), and FVK were the main
support. The reason I remember this is because afterwards, when we were milling
around, I went and tapped Beveridge on the shoulder and he said “Meg! I’m
talking to my NEW FRIENDS!”
Oops.
Manchester was also the first time I gave Beveridge a ‘proper hug’, by which I mean I dragged him over to some stairs that were in the middle of the venue, went up about two of them and then hugged him around the neck instead of around the middle. Being 5ft nothing means it’s pretty much a given that hugging people means my head is level with their nipples. It was nice to be tall enough to rest my head on someone’s shoulder for once.
Manchester was also the first time I gave Beveridge a ‘proper hug’, by which I mean I dragged him over to some stairs that were in the middle of the venue, went up about two of them and then hugged him around the neck instead of around the middle. Being 5ft nothing means it’s pretty much a given that hugging people means my head is level with their nipples. It was nice to be tall enough to rest my head on someone’s shoulder for once.
Um… I don’t remember much else about Manchester. Except that
I hadn’t eaten all day, I looked like shite and I had a few more drinks that I
should have. And I bought all the lads a drink, which I only remember because
when I asked Shane what he wanted he said “Surprise me” and I ended up getting
him a Cheeky Vimto. Oh and I bought Kemp a pint of lager and put a pink straw
in it, which he actually drank the pint through which I recall thinking was
pretty hilarious.
I’m easily pleased okay leave me alone.
At one point for reasons I don’t recall Shane told me he
“cries every day because he wakes up next to Drew". No, I don’t know either. OH
and I found a pair of guitar shaped sunglasses lying around and hooked them
onto my top and Drew walked outside (Annabel and I were helping load out but
then we were refused entry back in…) and went “Those are my glasses!” and I
said “Oh. Sorry, they’ve been in my boobs now.” to which he responded with
“Your boobs have been everywhere tonight!”
I was unaware that they had but cheers Drew.
I was unaware that they had but cheers Drew.
Do you know what I'm dumping this picture here just because it's awful.
Until next time,
Meg Mercury xoxo
EDIT: I’ve had to come back to this point because since I
started writing I’ve found a little book that I used to write stupid shit the
lads said to me in and the first thing in it is an amazing line from
Manchester. Obviously this was the first time I’d seen the lads since my
breakup/baby meltdown in Doncaster, and I felt like I needed to apologise
because really no-one needs to see me in that state. So anyway I apologised to
each of them, but by far my favourite reaction to my apology came from Drew,
who when I said that I hadn’t realised I’d be that upset responded with “I can
stand on it (the baby) if you want. Not to kill it, just to maim it a bit. So
that it walks with a limp.”

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