Liverpool, 15th April 2013.

I’m pretty sure Liverpool was the first time Maz and I stayed in a hotel together. I have a vague recollection of telling Drew after the gig that our hotel was next door to the venue and he looked incredibly shocked and said “You’re sharing a ROOM?!” I don’t know why he was so surprised but it was actually pretty adorable bless him.

By Liverpool I knew Fort Hope slightly better, and when Andé walked up the queue to say hello to people I stopped him for a quick chat. He ended up asking where I was from and when I said Shrewsbury I quickly added “but no-one knows where that is”. He totally threw me off by saying he knew where it was because he’d had a friend move there, and he knew it was the birthplace of Charles Darwin. I added that it was also the birthplace of Wilfred Owen and then Andé started talking about how much he loved Wilfred Owen’s poetry and then I think I quoted some or something and then I ended up saying “HIGH FIVE FOR WILFRED OWEN!” which became like some sort of weird catchphrase for us. (Writing this is making me really miss Andé he was such a babe.)

It was in Liverpool that I totally threw Jon Gaskin off during the song Control. He tried to say something about the crowds in Birmingham and Oxford not being very good at the crowd participation bit that he got the audience to do and I shouted “HEY!” and swore at him. He pointed at me and said something that sounded suspiciously like “Yeah, hubbalubalere!” He informed me afterwards that what he was trying to say was “You were there!” but I’d thrown him so much by being there that he’d forgotten how to speak. Oops.

The only thing I remember REALLY distinctly about FVK’s set is that at the guy next to me (who had announced loudly several times that he was only there because he was chaperoning his little sister) called Drew a wanker and I totally lost my shit. I mean fair enough if you’ve met him and he’s treated you badly but how the fuck you can judge whether someone is a wanker or not when all you’ve done is watch them on a stage I’ll never know. In fact I think I ended up saying “YOU CAN’T SAY THAT IF YOU HAVEN’T MET HIM.” and then refused to pay any attention to him for the rest of the night. What an asshole.

After the gig was pretty hilarious.
Maz gave Beveridge a bag of Vocalzone throat treatment pastilles which he got VERY excited about and refused to let Drew share, which was pretty great. Digging around in the bag he found one of Maz’s old train tickets, which he also seemed to get excited about for reasons best known to himself.
In fact Beveridge was on form this night, he’d walked out of the venue about half an hour before holding a pair of shoes in the air above his head and shouting “WHOSE SHOES ARE THESE?”
I never did find out whose shoes they were. I’ve always hoped that they didn’t actually belong to anyone in the band and Beveridge essentially stole someone’s shoes.

Also I have to throw this picture in because everything about it makes me laugh. Fucking Pill in the background like Sasquatch. Love it.

Until next time, 

Meg Mercury xoxo