Manchester, 23rd April 2013.

Manchester was… ridiculous. Well. Getting to/from Manchester was ridiculous. Because I wasn’t actually planning on doing it I hadn’t shift swapped around it, so I had to work the morning of the gig before I ran and got on a train. I was also due at work at 7.45 the next day so I had to get on a train at about 5am to be home in time but I’ll probably write about that in the next entry cos the next day was the day of the London gig.

I don’t think much really happened in Manchester other than the fact that I was totally crushed on the front row and in a lot of pain most of the night haha. OH and the guy next to me was wearing a huge puffa jacket during the entire show which was the weirdest thing I think I’ve ever seen at a gig. I mean he was sweating so hard and he didn’t even unzip it.

My other memory was Shane stepping forwards up onto the weird box things that were between the band and the crowd and shouting “HI MEG” at me because he was really close to me and his guitar was RIGHT IN MY FACE. He came up to me later and apologised for “guitaring in my face”. Bless his heart.

Manchester was the first time I had photos with all of Fort Hope, which was really cool. I mean it was pretty far into the tour and I’d fallen in love with the guys but I’d only ever had a photo with Andé so I thought I’d better actually get photos with the rest of the band. The photo of Gaskin and I is still one of my favourite photos ever, I think.

The only other thing I remember happening in Manchester was standing next to Kemp and asking for a photo but he was stood on the curb and looked ridiculously taller than me, so I asked him to step down. He just stared at me. I asked him again. He stared at me some more. I said it again. He leaned forwards.
What a knob.

Until next time, 

Meg Mercury xoxo