Firstly, Smax I hope you are one of the Nutters who actually earns money from their writing – you’re bloody brilliant!
Anyway, where the hell to begin?
This whole past week has been fairly mind-blowing, due to meeting DM and Moeskido, Smax and Mrs Smax for the first time. How is it that sc.netters are all so gorgeous?! I currently feel like one of those actresses who says she falls in love with every leading man, except that I’ve fallen in love with all the leading women too!!!
I think that everything has been intensified for me this weekend because I knew it was the last time that I would see The Police play. I will be eternally grateful for the fact that I was able to get over that particular ‘hump’ with so many flippin’ amazing people around me to take my mind off it
Hyde Park was like a bloody endurance test. But thank gong it was all worth it. I was beginning to have my doubts about the whole thing when I found myself in a stinky portaloo, almost retching in time to the insipid Starsailor. Thankfully things picked up when KT Tunstall appeared, and like Hannah, I think I developed a minor girl crush. I’m wondering how I’m going to break it to Mr Daft that I have turned bi over the weekend!
The day provided many comic moments, most of which are too stupid to be mentioned. We were generally surrounded by other fabulous Police fans, including the fab Sid and Heather who were celebrating his 60th in style. Also, as Smudge mentioned, the great lady and her niece who were behind us. She’s lurked on sc.net and has promised to join up.
However, the award for most pissed, unreasonable, just plain fucking annoying people of the day would have to go to the twats who were stood to our left. Without going into detail (and I grant you, it wasn’t one of my finest hours!), I rather stupidly got involved in trying to get one of the drunken women to chill out and not to shout in the face of a completely innocent bloke who she accused of ‘sitting in her space’, despite the fact that her pissed-up friends were sat several metres away. Grrrrrrrrr. She then turned on me and went ever so slightly mad. I have NEVER EVER hit anyone (except for my younger brother, and then only until he grew strong enough to hit me back!) but boy was I tempted to knock the silly cow’s lights out. Thankfully a few calming words from Smudge, along the lines of ‘don’t be a plonker and get us all thrown out of here!’ were enough to make me take a deep breath and remember why I was there! Fuck it; we were going to have a good time whatever!
And have a good time we did
Stewart was VERY playful with his peeps and we got many grins and laughs when the light was still good enough for him to see us easily. The best thing about the show for me was seeing Smax enjoy the sheer exhilaration of being flag-bearer. All of us who were nearby had had our turn at representing sc.net by waving Le Drapeau Vert and knew how out of this world Smax was feeling. As so many of us are lucky enough to know, when the Maestro points and smiles towards you, it’s a knee-trembling moment! I have pictures of the gorgeous Smax holding flaggy like a comfort blanket – awwwww. Although I imagine he may be taking a few days off sick as a consequence!
From my point of view, the show was good – not brilliant, but good. I feel that as the last UK show, they could have made a bit more of it and I have to admit to being disappointed that Henri didn’t join them on stage for Next To You. However, I still loved every minute and will remember it until the day I die because I had Smudge, Hannah, DM, (Moeskido had escaped to risk eating a dodgy festival sausage by this point!) Smax, Mrs Smax, Empty and Pluto to sing and jig with, and that’s what counts
There are so many more things to say, but I’ll stop now before you’re all bored to tears!
Stewart, thanks for the memories xxx