Wolverhampton, 17th October 2012.

This was the day my mum met the guys for the first time. It was amazing. She was really only there to meet Pill and get some new trainers, but Shane happened to be milling around so I introduced them to each other and then asked Shane to go and get Pill (Mum loves Pill, I don’t know why) and God bless him he appeared a few seconds later and gave mum a hug. Mum has her eyes closed in both the photos but let’s ignore that.

After Mum had met Pill and they’d had a little chat we went to go into the town to go and find mum some trainers, and we walked smack into Beveridge, who’d been to CEX to buy some DVDs. I don’t know why I remember this, but one of them was an Avril Lavigne live DVD. Mum actually poked Beveridge in the tummy because she went to shake his hand when she met him and he hugged her instead which she wasn’t expecting. Bless them both.

When I was in the editing stage I suddenly realised that this was the day I made Beveridge share some Moomins chocolate buttons with me that my friend had sent me from Finland. I don’t know how or when but we’d had a conversation about Moomins (twitter?) and I’d mentioned that my friend had moved to Finland and she sent me loads of Moomins based stuff, including some chocolate buttons I was willing to share with him, so I took them to Wolves. He ate about two, I think.

Gig-wise, the guys were supported that night by Sondura, who I totally fell in love with. The crowd didn’t get behind them at all, but I totally fell for them. Tom, the lead singer gave a shout out at one point to Hooch, because he was so excited that it was back in production, and I think Louise and I were the only people in the room who had any idea what Hooch was. I felt so sorry for him.
Hang tight for much more information on Sondura. I’m only touching on them very briefly here but like… more to come on them.

Because Beveridge had asked me the Latin for ‘exploding’ in Stoke, I’d Googled it and found out that the Latin for ‘exploding’ is in fact ‘exploding’, which I found a bit of a disappointment I can’t lie. Basically he’d wanted to know in the first place to introduce Exploding Heart Disorder in Latin, and so I looked the phrase up but kept forgetting to tell him what it was, so this night I wrote ‘EHD’ on the palm of my hand and held it up to him so he knew I knew. When he went to introduce the song I shouted his name and pointed at my hand, and so he said ‘Hang on’, stepped forwards to the barrier, put the mic in my face and said ‘Meg, what’s this song called?’
And that’s the story of the only time I was allowed near a microphone. ACTUALLY SHIT NO WAIT. THERE WAS ANOTHER TIME. Okay more on that in another post.

Here is a video of Club Tropicana, just in case you'd like to pretend you were there. Or relive the gig if you were actually there.

EDIT: After the show, I gave Beveridge a Reese’s peanut butter bar that I’d written “Love Meg” on. He looked at it and just went “… Love me?”
I tried.