Nic
Strata Poster
So, last night, Sara and I went on a random road trip to see Alesha Dixon play in Norwich. (Its slightly less random when you know that it was one of only 2 headline shows... and Sara had to choose one of them to go to for work)
We arrived in Norwich at about 6pm. After about half an hour of walking round in circles looking for somewehre to eat (well, finding somewhere open was an achievement!) we eventually hit the jackpot - Spoons! I had a roast and Sara had a beer and a burger. We then decided to splash out on a pudding. The chocolate cakes hat arrived were so massive, they were at least as big as my boobs.
We then headed back to the car and tried to escape from the carpark. For some reason, the machines wouldn't accept our ticket, so I had to fill some form in before they'd let us leave! Slightly concerned as to what's going to come of that, but nevermind.
Eventually we headed to UEA, and after several laps of the campus, found the venue. After a bit of a panic about not being on the guestlist, a few phonecalls later, and we were ushered in through the stage door. After a trip upstairs to meet Alesha (and drink some of the beer from their rider), it was time to head down for the show. After spending quite a while trying to find somewhere where you could actually see the stae, we decided to abuse our AAA pases... and watch the gig from the side of the stage
We were so close, at one point I got hit in the leg by a low flying stray drum stick. The gig was good. I'm not an enormous fan, but I really enjoyed it. Everyone involved performed really well, and the crowd were going mental for it!
After the show, we headed back upstairs to hang out for a while. We got to hang out with half naked dancers. Obviously not my thing... but I know a lot of people who will be pretty envious
We then discovered an amazing game. There was a massive crowd outside. Every time you turned round to look out the window, they, inexplicably, start screaming and waving. Bloody mental. Take particular note of the middle aged woman wearing beige at the front. She must've been convinced I was someone of note, cause she waved manically at me every tiem I turned round. Bizarre.
The band and dancers then decided to play up to this and join in...
Meanwhile, Alesha was still downstairs doing interviews and a couple of meet and greets.
We quickly said goodbye to her before heading off. Trouble is, this meant wading our way through the baying crowd, which was insane and hillarious in equal measure. You only had to walk over to the toilet (right next to the back door) and everyone outside would start screaming. We followed the tour manager (and his ludicrous dog! You can see them in the pic above - think Sharon Osbourne. It goes EVERYWHERE with him, and won't stop barking unless hes holding it.) out of the doors to the tour bus. The crowd were screaming, and he had to make a pathway through. Mental.
Anyway, we disappeared off and started the long journey home. On the way home, we were amused by a complete twat in a Fiesta ST. Every roundabout, he'd come haring past and disappear off up the road. A few miles later, on a straight bit of dual carridgeway, we'd overtake him. Then, at the next roundabout... the whole process would start again. When stuck behind him (whio was in turn stuck behind a lorry) we noticed how much of an even bigger twat he actually was. Unfortunately, you can's see... but the numberplate was "TIII STG"
So yeah, got home about 2 after a random, but enjoyable night. PS... I had my legs out again...
We arrived in Norwich at about 6pm. After about half an hour of walking round in circles looking for somewehre to eat (well, finding somewhere open was an achievement!) we eventually hit the jackpot - Spoons! I had a roast and Sara had a beer and a burger. We then decided to splash out on a pudding. The chocolate cakes hat arrived were so massive, they were at least as big as my boobs.
We then headed back to the car and tried to escape from the carpark. For some reason, the machines wouldn't accept our ticket, so I had to fill some form in before they'd let us leave! Slightly concerned as to what's going to come of that, but nevermind.
Eventually we headed to UEA, and after several laps of the campus, found the venue. After a bit of a panic about not being on the guestlist, a few phonecalls later, and we were ushered in through the stage door. After a trip upstairs to meet Alesha (and drink some of the beer from their rider), it was time to head down for the show. After spending quite a while trying to find somewhere where you could actually see the stae, we decided to abuse our AAA pases... and watch the gig from the side of the stage
We were so close, at one point I got hit in the leg by a low flying stray drum stick. The gig was good. I'm not an enormous fan, but I really enjoyed it. Everyone involved performed really well, and the crowd were going mental for it!
After the show, we headed back upstairs to hang out for a while. We got to hang out with half naked dancers. Obviously not my thing... but I know a lot of people who will be pretty envious
We then discovered an amazing game. There was a massive crowd outside. Every time you turned round to look out the window, they, inexplicably, start screaming and waving. Bloody mental. Take particular note of the middle aged woman wearing beige at the front. She must've been convinced I was someone of note, cause she waved manically at me every tiem I turned round. Bizarre.
The band and dancers then decided to play up to this and join in...
Meanwhile, Alesha was still downstairs doing interviews and a couple of meet and greets.
We quickly said goodbye to her before heading off. Trouble is, this meant wading our way through the baying crowd, which was insane and hillarious in equal measure. You only had to walk over to the toilet (right next to the back door) and everyone outside would start screaming. We followed the tour manager (and his ludicrous dog! You can see them in the pic above - think Sharon Osbourne. It goes EVERYWHERE with him, and won't stop barking unless hes holding it.) out of the doors to the tour bus. The crowd were screaming, and he had to make a pathway through. Mental.
Anyway, we disappeared off and started the long journey home. On the way home, we were amused by a complete twat in a Fiesta ST. Every roundabout, he'd come haring past and disappear off up the road. A few miles later, on a straight bit of dual carridgeway, we'd overtake him. Then, at the next roundabout... the whole process would start again. When stuck behind him (whio was in turn stuck behind a lorry) we noticed how much of an even bigger twat he actually was. Unfortunately, you can's see... but the numberplate was "TIII STG"
So yeah, got home about 2 after a random, but enjoyable night. PS... I had my legs out again...
