Brixton, 15th February 2013.

Brixton was pretty great because Ashes had decided to come to the gig and spent most of the day in the queue with us. In a hilarious turn of events, when we all made a fuss of them all the BVB fans started asking them for photos and things, despite not knowing who they were. Nico in particular was swamped, presumably because he looks ever so slightly like Andy Biersack. I don’t know who everyone thought they were, but when the girls behind us came back from having had photos one of them turned to the other and said “…Who is that?” I didn’t enlighten them. In fact Crilly stood with us for ages and made me a heart out of a Starburst wrapper that I kept in my purse for a very long time. Because you know, I’m really lame.

The only other overriding memory I have of being in the queue that day is that  Kemp appeared at the top of the street and I waved to him and shouted hello and went to step off the curb to go and talk to him when a girl punched me RIGHT IN THE TIT to get me out of the way and get to him first. I mean what the hell.

Getting front row this day was a miracle. I mean honestly I’ll never know how we did that. It helped that I’d bought an O2 simcard for my phone because we knew that at O2 venues you could go in a priority queue if you had a phone on their network so I bought the card for 99p and put it in my phone like 30 seconds before we went in so I could show them the service provider and they just waved us through. We hit the barrier and squashed on an end next to some girls who had gotten VIP entry with a BVB meet and greet. One of them actually gave me a pint of lager cos she’d bought four and didn’t want them all even though she’d paid about £30 for them. She was ace. I miss her. I wish she was at every gig.

I cried a bit during this particular set cos I was just so proud of the lads for being where they were, which is really lame but also nothing compared to how much I cried the next time I saw them play Brixton but more on that later.

I met Tom Adolph properly for the first time this night, which was a glorious experience. Tom is good people. For reasons I don’t recollect he insisted we pouted in our photo. I think we pulled it off though. (Just before this was taken Kelly was an actual badass HERO and ripped the sleeves off my long-sleeved t-shirt and also ripped the neck open because I thought I was melting and omg that was just genius.)

I don’t remember much about meeting the lads inside other than Pill telling me his mum was there so he couldn’t stay long. I knew Ross was there too but I didn’t actually get to meet him this day, it’d be ANOTHER WHOLE YEAR before I met Ross, and even then I was off my fucking face. Poor Ross. 

I can't remember at what point or why but for some reason Crilly and Falkor signed my eyelids. I remember Falkor telling me that 'a true friend would let him do it' and for some reason that was all the convincing I needed.

When we left, there was a queue outside by BVB’s tour bus, which was parked by the stage door, which I assume was a bunch of people trying to meet the band. We hovered around for a bit wondering if FVK would appear, and then all of a sudden Shane and Beveridge did. We waited whilst they fought their way through the crowd to the other side of the queue (who were barriered in, I should mention) and started slowly making their way up the line signing things and having photos with anyone that wanted them. I went over to try and talk to Beveridge at one point and ask for a photo but a security guard told me that if I wanted my turn I had to go to the back of the line and I got really scared and walked away.
Annabel was really poorly so we decided to call it quits and go back to the car. Cos the lads were further away from security by this time I ran over to Beveridge and gave him a hug and tried to say bye without crying which I think I may have just about managed.

 Until next time, 

Meg Mercury xoxo