There
was a LOT of snow in Sheffield. Like there’d been sleet in Glasgow but there
was full on snow in Sheffield. My main memory of seeing the lads before they
played is standing talking to Beveridge watching his facial expressions very
carefully because people around us were having a snowball fight and I was
watching him to find out whether I was about to be hit or not. Oh and I made
Beveridge into a T-Rex and ended up with one of the most adorable photos I
think I’ve seen in my life.
Speaking
of adorable photos, this was the night I got my sexy photo with Beveridge where
we’re both pulling gross faces. Amazing.
I think that's one of the only things I sometimes miss about front row, I always used to love being able to do that!
Pill
was so so poorly in Sheffield, I felt so sorry for him. He came out to meet
everyone with about six layers on, and he looked practically green.
Shane
provided the most entertainment this night in my mind, as for the first time
ever (to my recollection) I saw him drunk. He was drinking budget whiskey and
coke, and in my photo with him he insisted that he wanted his foot to be in it.
I was practically holding him up although admittedly that isn’t hard cos I
think he weighs about three stone. He also ended up waffling on about the fact
that he’d had a phone call from the bank that day and they’d said that he
‘couldn’t have any more money’ which absolutely killed me cos he sounded so
damn sad about it. It’s okay, I bought him a drink to cheer him up. Or at least
get him more drunk.
Until
next time,
Meg
Mercury xoxo
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