This is becoming a bit of a habit. Almost 8 weeks ago I posted on this forum ‘the best 2 days of my life’ – Manchester 17th/18th June – it was my birthday (18th),I was the proud bearer of Stewarts Copelands flag and was 2nd row all on the same day.
Well I’ve a confession August 7th 2008 was INCREDIBLE /UNBELIEVABLE/ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC without doubt THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE EVER. No question. No doubt.FINITO.
When I meet the boss upstairs we’re gonna chat about this day......
Where to start...
Well Wednesday morning 7am Manchester Airport and my old boy drops me off with the totally underwhelming words ‘enjoy it son’. He and me have this ‘understanding’ you see, a silent bond, a secret.... he knows what this means to me.......he’s heard me play the countless records, seen me dye the hair Sting blonde at 13, laughed at me sting dancing (think ELTSDIM vid), tried to get me out of my green jump suit where this became my daily wear... and by daily I mean 24/7/365 until the damn thing..... well just ‘disintegrated’... they don’t make clothes like they used to......Well actually that’s note quite true the bottom half I still have.... you know for keepsake or something..... though I ‘m sure the hot wash did something to the waist...
I jump from the car ,take the denim jacket off gotta make sure everyone can see my Police tour t-shirt – and just for good measure stick my 43 year old chest out – look people I’m catching a plane to the States to see The BEST BAND IN THE WORLD - MANCHESTER CAN YOU HEAR ME ????? Unbelievably I’ve a PIT ticket. Thanks to Stewart /Giovanni and Eugennio at SC.Net. I won THE competition with my nutter friends.OMG.
I’m a lucky guy.
Well actually I’ve not strictly got it yet and I’m a wee bit nervous you see on receipt of my winning email I ,and I apologise unreservedly for this, kindly asked Cynthia by email sorry to trouble you ‘but was there any chance you could tell me where my ticket is?’......... 2 hours later and I’m out of my desk, pumping the air with my fist,’Yes ,Yes’,closely followed by ‘Get in , Get in’ – the open plan office .... well they just piss themselves their normally restrained FD has come over... well er crazy... they have just no idea......
I’m digressing but still I’m on a roll and want to share it with you. So straight away I shoot an email to Dietmar telling him (gotta let him know, he’ll understand and Dietmar comes back in his totally laid back fashion ‘me too’).
I write back to Cynthia thanking here profusely, telling here what this means..... duh and then ........she comes back again ....’don’t tell anyone’......ooops.......then The Equalizer sends me a congratulations email...... apparently the whole world now knows, cause my mate, Dietmar had told the world on SC.net. So you see that’s why I’m a wee bit worried... hope I haven’t upset Cynthia...
So my plan is to go from Newark straight to the MSG. Except wait for it and I swear to God this is true, my taxi driver has never heard of Madison Square Gardens and he even stops twice to ask another taxi driver. At one point he turns to me with his white gleaming teeth and points to a sign that says MSG right (just after the tunnel) so why ‘dum head’ are we in the left hand lane heading left......duhh.
I’ve convinced myself it’s a scam to get more $ but to be fair am charged $65 as he said at the outset- only the journey seems to have taken almost as long as the 8 hour flight.
So I arrive at MSG jump out of the taxi and run yes run into the building - why am I running?
I pick up my ticket - did I tell you Cynthia that I love you! (just incase you’re reading this).
‘Yes , Yes , Get in , Get in’.
I’m a lucky guy.
My plan was to go up to the Apollo and I flag 2 taxi’s down the first not knowing where the Apollo is(!). I sit in the back knowing I’ve no ticket but can be there in 5 mins – WRONG- its 20 mins minimum and the doors close at 345pm .. and its 340pm. Bollocks I get out still console myself I’ve a pit ticket and didn’t have a ticket anyway....
(unknown to me at this time Dave and Wendy had emailed me telling me they had a spare but to be there at 330pm no later – oouch!).Never mind hey you can’t have everything.
I call the missus yes arrived safely ‘I swear to god this is true but my taxi driver did’t know where MSG is’ waiting for her to laugh ... long silence.... 'what’s MSG'.... I give up.... it’s funny I’m when I’m buzzing on cloud 9 my missus has this completely non interested/underwhelming outlook/response ......almost like to aggravate me......FFS this is THE POLICE you know my life blah blah blah ,this is why I’ve spent every evening for the last 18 months on ‘that bloody internet’ as she calls it ...as in ‘will you get off that bloody internet and converse with the kids...’. I know when to stop she’s got the kids 5 days (oo er) and she’s going to our in-laws at the weekend which I’ll ,unfortunately, just miss out on....
How are the kids? Charlotte misses her Dad but will you bring her something back? Then Su ,my missus completely redeems herself by simply saying ‘Saviour It’ and I feel like a complete idiot for ever questioning her understanding..........
I’m a lucky guy.
Blimey this is running longer than I expected I... hope there is still someone reading out there.....I’ll finish tomorrow its 1.57am here in the UK....and I've jet lag...