For The Longest Time…..

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I bet you all have that song stuck in your head now and can’t stop singing it. It’s a good song so you’re welcome.

It has been AGES since I wrote a rambling blog that doesn’t make any sense so I thought I would give you all an early Christmas pressie by gifting you with this. Again, you are welcome.
There have been reasons why I haven’t been on the blog. I’ve been working a ton, trying to keep up with the littles when I’m not working and all the usual stuff.

There is loads that I should have blogged about.

Like the night Jus and I went to see Ed Sheeran and it was one of the best nights I have ever had. I tried to write a blog on that about five times but I kept deleting all the words. There are only so many times you can write – amazing, incredible and fucking awesome.

No, seriously…. I can’t put out how much that night meant to me. You all just think I’m a silly dramatic fangirl and … well, actually, you would be right. But seeing Ed in person playing those songs, just him and his guitar was magical. Jus and I had mango, malibu and chips beforehand in the O2 which thinking about it now, is a very random combo. Then we took our seats and got excited. I had planned on recording the song of the year – Thinking Out Loud so I could look back on it with fondness, but when it came to it…. recording it couldn’t have been further from my mind. I just wanted to soak it all in. There may have been a slight tear when he sang it. It’s my wedding song. My future wedding. Hugh Jackman looks like an Ed Sheeran fan so it’s a good choice.

Jus and I went from badly dancing to Ed’s weird mash ups and then standing there in awe while watching him serenade thousands and thousands of people with just his voice and a guitar.

Actually, that whole day was awesome…. earlier on we had seen Jersey Boys and even the fact that we were surrounded by ten drunk women hell bent on destroying the show for everyone else couldn’t dampen our spirits.

Just an FYI , If you go to the theatre and act like a bell end, you can justifiably be considered a twat of all trades. Much like a jack of all trades. This doesn’t make any sense but I know what I’m saying. Poor Jus was worried I was about to take out the ten of them by myself, but then at the end of the show, Jus nearly went for them herself so …. it was horrendous, they were horrendous. But it was still an amazing day.

I could have also blogged about the few times I have thrown in a random Jersey Boys trip, but as I have done that numerous times now…. I thought I may as well give that a rest. Quick updates on the JB trips for all you Jersey Girls… and boys.

I have now seen the show more times than I would like to confess. Jon Boydon has been my Tommy every single trip, so when the day comes he isn’t Tommy… it will be weird. I always have a lot of people jump on me with “But Ben Wheeler is great as Tommy!!” … I have no doubt he is, but it is just a fact that it will be an odd show without Boydon steering it along – FOR ME. We all have our favourites and I think most of you would be lying if you said you equally loved each West End star in every role. It just doesn’t work like that. It’s not a shameful thing to want to see a fave in a show you love. And that is what I feel about Jon Boydon. So yes,  I have been very lucky in managing to see his incredible performances every trip.

You will all know this already but the gorgeous Michael Watson has been nominated for Best Take Over – You can all vote here……http://awards.whatsonstage.com/ .

There are many reasons why you should vote for him. He’s probably the nicest guy in the West End. He is seriously lovely. He is the kind of guy you want to steal and take home to your parents. But that would involve charges of kidnapping and all sorts and I just don’t have time for that with general life.

But obviously, the fact he is a nice guy isn’t why you should vote for him. Nor is the fact he’s extremely sexy a reason. And when I say sexy, I mean…. It gets quite hard to focus if he is talking to you because his eyes turn you into a puddle of mess thingy. His eyes are dreamy.

You have to vote for him because…. well, quite honestly…. he deserves it. I have read comments from people who have seen Jersey Boys on Broadway and have seen multiple Frankies in various locations and they all say he is the best. That is quite some praise. I once read a film review of Jersey Boys stating that even though John Lloyd Young was magical in the role, the cherry on the top would have been seeing Michael take it on!! I’m trying to remember where i saw that now, if it comes to me I will post the link.

And it’s not just based on what other people are saying. It is based on my own opinion as well. He’s incredible. You all know the back story on my Jersey Boys loving…. I went because of a certain Sandy Moffat, and ended up being a tiny bit of a …. fine…..a HUGE fangirl towards Michael. It just happened, and it takes some doing to distract me from Sandys legs and talent. I also want to be plugging for Sandy votes as well, but his time will come. That man is capable of great things. He has many other talents, not all involving his legs. And face. And dreamy accent. Anyway….. so yes, being a ‘Sandy rules the West End’ fangirl, what I am saying is…. Michael worked a miracle to turn me into a Mook. Well, not strictly a Mook. I am a Moffson. Obviously. But the first time I saw him on stage, playing the role I have seen Sandy do many times… I knew he was special. So good in fact, that I have now seen Michael Valli five times. Originally going to see Sandy Valli and ending up being a fan of other Valli is a weird thing, and like I said before… it takes a good man to do that. So I know I have just bored you all to death but you really need to vote Michael for this Best Take Over thingy. He really deserves it.

Also, I know I haven’t done any stage door stories for quite a while (Trying to get back my dignity, each one gets worse….) but I can tell all of you that Matt Thorpe and Michael Watson have both rather enthusiastically announced they are up for Magic Mike the musical. Just writing this down in black, white and internet so they can’t back out. But first , let’s have at least one more year of Michael doing his best take over act ;-)

What else has happened?? …. I saw As You Like It….. Simon Lipkin was the saving grace for me. It wasn’t really my thing. Having said that, the cast were extremely talented and I did get a letter handed to me because I was a tree. Apparently. What I didn’t know was that I was actually supposed to take the letter. I just stared at it for quite some time while the actor guy looked extremely uncomfortable. In the end my friend who had seen it before had to nudge me and say…. “take the damn letter!!” . So I did, and then I said something and the very embarrassed friend piped up again…. “You’re not supposed to talk to him….” Ooops.

Think it’s probably best I give Shakespeare a miss in future.

I also managed to see the Rock Of Ages tour. Along with Ed Sheeran, this was also a blog I started to write many times but couldn’t finish. I was all for the tour as many of you know. I was excited. I knew it wouldn’t be the same as the West End cast but was excited for new faces and new talent, along with the familiarity of it all.

I’m not a negative reviewer, (In fact, I am not a reviewer in any shape or form, just a fangirl…….) , so I won’t go into detail about my feelings on when I actually saw the show. The cast were fabulous and they all performed their hearts out but it just wasn’t for me. Not that I would blame that on the show itself either, I got lost in London and turned up thirty five minutes late for the show which I have never done!! Only to be seated next to a rather enthusiastic guy who smacked me in the face a few times when he tried to dance.

Dan Fletcher was brilliant as always and out of the entire experience that day, he made it worth the face slaps and the getting lost and the getting soaked to the bone and having a cold a few days later. It’s funny how everyone becomes a critic when they see a show. They all have a right to an opinion of course, they paid money to watch a show and their thoughts are their own. But having seen obnoxious comments like…. “Cam is the best Franz” and such, I will make my own opinion known and just leave with it with a big ear shattering…. NO.

Cam is the best Franz in OPINION. , Not in fact. And that is where people go wrong, when they think their opinion is fact. No. Opinion is not fact, merely a preference. I am sure you all know my opinion. My opinion is that Cam Sharp, having met him a few times and seen him perform a few times is an absolute talented gem of a man. But the part of Franz without Sandy Moffat is like Sandy Moffat without sexy legs. Franz without Sandy is like a world without chocolate. Sandy and his portrayal of Franz is one of the reasons I became a huge fan of Rock Of Ages and nobody, probably like Tommy DeVito without Jon Boydon….. can compare to him. That is my opinion. And it is an opinion I will share with anyone in a non bitchy, non factual way.

So there.

That same day I saw tour Rock Of Ages also turned into one hell of a night. From having such a bad afternoon, to spending the night with Jus…. it was fab. We walked around London , laughed til we cried and ate giant chocolate buttons. We also had a drunk girl puking her guts up right in front of us but never mind about that.

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I also managed to find me a new fella – as you can see. Look at the desperation in my face as I clutch my buttons and pretend to kiss a statue. Brilliant. But still, Paddington did turn out to be a much better bloke than the guy I was seeing. So let’s drink to that.

I saw Noel Fielding!! My face hurt from laughing. I don’t know what was funnier, his act in general or the fact we all had to hold hands with the person next to us during a part of the show. Not so bad for me, I was sat in between one of my best friends and her brother, it turned out fine. My friend however , was stuck next to a greasy haired miserable teenage goth dude who had been sneezing and coughing into his hand all night…. so she wasn’t thrilled at that.

I used to be a big fan of The Mighty Boosh. You may have guessed that. The shows weird, I’m completely sane…. so it made sense. But I thought I may have grown out of that humour. To be honest, I didn’t much get into Noels luxury comedy thing he did, so I wasn’t sure what I would make of the show. It was hilarious. I cried with laughter. Actually,  you know when you can’t breathe through laughing? That. I thought I would need oxygen or something and as someone who has suffered with asthma, whose daughter has asthma and whose Dad has nearly died three times through asthma and needing oxygen, i’m not saying that lightly. I couldn’t breathe through giggles. What a way to go.

“How did she die?”

“She kind of erm… laughed herself to death at a Noel Fielding show.”

Any guy that can drag out a story about when he had a dream that he was a non nondescript herbal tea bag in the back of a cupboard for at least half an hour is comedy gold really.
I had the littles parents evenings. Some of you might remember that last year I wrote a whole blog dedicated to that years parents evening and how proud I was.

The same still stands this year. My children are beautiful, kind, loving and incredibly smart. I got lucky. The last few months, going it alone with them has been tougher than it has ever been….. but at the same time…. I know I’m still doing something right.

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I love them with all my heart. Even the hole in my heart. That is even covered with love for them. How impressive is that? I know it is possible because science discovered it. And by science I mean… me. In my brain. I discovered that holes in a heart can feel love. I will probably be famous for that.

Right now…. I am missing my friends. The ones that live near and far. I haven’t had much time for any of them recently. And that makes me sad. Work has been so full on and then it’s the kids, I just need more hours in the day. But Ali, Lizzy, Jus …. Paps….. I love you all. 2015 I will write as my new years resolution – Must try harder!!!!

Speaking of friends…. I have a newbie who waltzed into my life this year. A fellow JB girlie and all out theatre fan. https://twitter.com/Carnfarmer . She actually posts some great reviews on shows she has seen and is doing so well! She’s lovely and infectiously happy. Follow her on twitter and check out her posts!! She is also just amazing in general and will quite often message me to see if I am OK. Thanks smiler!! Here’s to theatre trips together in the next year!! <3

I think that is about it. This post was just rambles but why fix what isn’t broke? OK , so it’s not exactly a well running machine/blog either…. but anyway.

If I don’t blog before Christmas, have a good one, squeeze your loved ones and pig yourselves silly. Make loads of new years resolutions that you won’t stick to and have a cracking new years eve. If I do blog before Christmas then I will probably just repeat this paragraph so….. *shrugs*

Off to find some giant buttons. Catch you all later xxx

Jersey Boys – A New Point Of View …. 08/11/2014

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I know what you are all thinking. How can she possibly write another blog post about Jersey Boys? Out of the thirteen shows I have seen, I have probably blogged about eight of those, and that is an insane amount of posts for one show. (Apologies to the people who aren’t even slightly thinking that. I can see you scratching your head thinking, but actually …. I was wondering about that dodgy meat pie I just ate, I wasn’t having thoughts about Jersey Boys blogs at all.)
But the thing is, I have to blog about this one as well. I know it may be a snooze fest but I can’t let this particular show go by without talking about it. It was a very long awaited Sandy Valli show and that deserves a whole blog post in its honour.

Last time I saw Sandy Moffat play Frankie V, I had ran down to London with the sole purpose of seeing his legs. Not even the show (which was a nice bonus)…. but just his legs. This was back in August and he had foolishly made the promise to me, his perviest fangirl, that if I donated to the charity, he would wear shorts. So naturally, I had to go. It was worth it just so you all know. That mans legs are unlike any other legs in the world.
Anyway…. after Leg-Gate, a rather nice handful of delicious Michael Watson shows presented themselves to me. This was due to a few reasons, Michael was easier to fit round my working days, and the two times I did plan on seeing Sandy….. I had to work one of them last minute and the other time he got ill and didn’t do the show. So I had planned on squeezing a visit in with Sandy but some things just aren’t meant to be. (That sounds very Romeo and Juliet…. Wherefore art thou Sandy?!) ((His reply – Escaping the country love, now leave me alone!))

The Michael shows certainly kept me going. That man definitely crept his way up in my stone cold heart pretty fast. But i’m not here to remind everyone how talented the Watson is. This is a Sandy blog.

I also needed a Sandy Valli trip because everyday life was punching me right in the face. And stomach. Then it pulled my hair out and tripped me over at the same time. And as you will all know by now, my pick me up happens to be theatre. Jersey Boys in particular.

The only trouble with my trip yesterday was that I would be going alone. All by myself. ‘Don’t wanna be….. ‘

Friends were busy and I “needed” to go so I braved it. Had I been seeing Michael, it wouldn’t have been a problem but the people that really know me well have witnessed that I become a little….. starstruck with Sandy. I know he, as a completely normal guy would cringe so much at the thought of anybody being starstruck at him, but it’s true. You can throw anyone my way, Michael, another Jersey Boy, Simon Lipkin…. anyone…. and I will talk to them. Fair enough, I talk shit, but I still talk……

With Sandy, I have an internal freak out every single time and it seems to be getting worse actually. I have seen him around 20 times on stage now and it never gets better. So I sort of had planned out in my head that I would see the show that I love, enjoy it very much and make the decision at the end whether I would say Hi or not. It all depended on if I was capable of speaking.

When I arrived at the box office to enquire if there were any last minute seats left for the matinee, a very lovely lady found a perfect one for me and at a bargain price. She was able to sell it so cheap because it was a stray seat and I ended up bang in the middle of the theatre, row H, seat 18. Prime viewing. The seat couldn’t have been better than that. (Shout out to the Piccadilly staff who are always brilliant!)

I grabbed myself a glass of rose and settled into my seat, knowing that I would enjoy every minute. This is the other reason I had to blog about it, the viewing experience was so different this time. When I go with other people, we always aim for the front. The front is good for many reasons. You might get a cheeky serenade, you can see everything in HD just like the telly box and seeing Sandy/Michael/Jon and co so close up isn’t exactly a torturous event.

They did have a seat or two left at the front but being alone, I couldn’t quite face it. I mean, If I sit at the front with Jus and get caught looking at Sandys crotch when I should be listening to the show, at least I can blame it on Jus.

“She made me do it.”

If i’m all alone and get caught drooling, I have nobody to throw the blame on. It would be all my own doing and that was a terrifying thought so as much as I love the front, it is definitely a thing to be shared with a friend or two. While on the subject of front row drooling….. Michaels bum. Oh my.

My single status was firmly cemented as either side of me a loving couple sat down. It just made me drink my rose quicker so it was fine.

As the ‘Lozenge’ voice boomed, I was already excited. It just hit me that I was back seeing Sandy and that this time, I would have a clear view of everything.

Thomas Goodridge came running on to the stage and that was it. I was in the Jersey zone. That man is ace. I dare anyone to be in the same place as him and not leave with a smile. He’s infectious and had me smiling straight away. I even accidentally sang along to the ‘Uh huh uh huh’ much to the confusion of the people around me. I tried to keep quiet after that. I also realised that even when I go alone, I still do the bop. I have had many a friend take the mick out of me for my awful dancing during a show, and it turns out I still bop along just as much whether I am a billy no mates or surrounded with friends. It is a rather unfortunate habit that makes total strangers stare at me in horror.

Anyway, bad dancing aside, it was SO good to see Thomas back on stage!! He’s ace. I missed him the last few times due to the huge event of him getting hitched. So it made for a happy me seeing him back giving his French a good go.

Regular readers of the blog will know that I basically wet my pants when Thomas goes and Jon Boydon walks to the front of the stage singing like a manly hip swaying angel. Yes everyone, how lucky am I? I got the Boydon, again!! Thirteenth time is a charm clearly. As this is my own blog, I have freedom of speech right now. And Jon is my Tommy. I am quite happy to watch somebody else play Tommy one day, and I will not compare whoever that may be to Jon, but for blog reasons and personal opinion, I have to come out and say that Jon Boydon can not be beaten in that role for me. It isn’t a bad thing liking one person. I don’t want any readers to confuse my love for Jon on stage as a hate for anybody who would play Tommy when Jon is off or left. Just because I know that nobody will ever match up to Jon in my eyes, does not mean that I won’t like another Tommy. I feel like sometimes the theatre world are quick to jump on people for a personal opinion but what would the world be if we were all the same? Tommy is my fave person in Jersey Boys and that is mostly because of the way Jon portrays him. I can happily watch any Frankie whether it’s Sandy, Michael or Matt Thorpe. That may confuse some but Sandy, I can watch him in anything, as anything. He doesn’t just have to be Frankie for me, therefore I can watch him as other things, and I can watch others play Frankie. You all kind of with me or have you fallen asleep? But Jon…. well Jon is Tommy. There is no other way I can explain it. And I make no apologies for enjoying him so much in that part.

As if my excitement wasn’t already at a peak watching Jon do his thing, I nearly exploded when ‘Frankie’ comes skipping along the balcony singing out Silhouette. This time, I had the added excitement of knowing that the Frankie running out would be Sandy and as soon as he sung the first silhouette I was in heaven. From my amazing view I got to watch Frankie/Sandy as he sat on the stairs on the start. I usually don’t get to do that as most times I will be on a seat directly next to the stairs so….. I weird the guy out enough without giving myself neck ache to stare at him while he’s doing nothing. But this time, I got to watch with the immense relief that he had no idea where I was and that I was staring at him. Although just a quick note to say it is actually impossible not to also watch Jon during that bit. “Oh oh I love you…. I truly truly love you…..”
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When Sandy Valli started singing ‘I can’t give you anything but love’ ….  I was already floored. I have seen him quite a few times now as I mentioned earlier. Out of my thirteen he has the grand total of eight (Including yesterdays….) with four Michael shows and one Matt Thorpe. So I knew he was good. But wow he has come far. He was flawless. He was hitting all the high notes with complete ease and he looks so comfortable in the role that he has now made his own. Him and Michael do play it very differently and I absolutely love it. It doesn’t feel like I am watching the same show again and again, there is always something different happening. ,

The first time I saw Michael, I was loudly swooning at certain notes he hit….. but this time, the swoons were all Sandy related. Obviously, because Michael wasn’t there.

Sandy puts his own spin on things and I had to remember to not sigh in lust quite so loudly as I am sure the couples either side of me thought I was insane. When little Joe Pesci (Played yesterday by the adorably cute Matt Thorpe) makes Bob Gaudio (The fine looking Edd Post) go to the bar and listen to Frankie singing, Sandy had me weak. Seriously, I can’t pinpoint if the wine had went to my head too quickly or if Sandy just has that affect in women in general but it was the best I have ever seen him. No doubt about it, he was completely on fire.

‘Cry For Me’ is always a magical moment and that was my favourite part of yesterdays show. Edds voice was crystal clear, Sandy hit the high notes and Jon came in to melt me with his ‘Don’t Go Baby….;’s. It was perfect.

The big numbers were amazing. The guys rocked Sherry, Big Girls Don’t Cry and Walk Like A Man……. and I can’t let the post go by without mentioning Matt Nalton as Nick Massi. He is another one like Sandy who is getting better every single time. He was on top form yesterday but then, I have never seen any of the guys perform bad so it’s not really a valid point.

My steel heart was turning to mush during My Eyes Adored You. Like I said, great seat = perfect view of four swoon worthy boys singing a mushy song. Ah. Dreamy.

The interval came too quickly so I ran to get another rose. I felt like I was an escaped convict doing something I shouldn’t. It was really freeing to be somewhere all by myself, not having to worry about anything. It was lush.

I had to tweet during the interval about how great the guys were doing. I like to show my appreciation of hot men. Plus, I like to remind them every so often that they have a lifelong fan in me and that i’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Much like Tommys brother Nick ;-)

What can I say about the second act that I’ve not said before on this blog other than the fact that Sandy nailed it. All the guys did but Sandy was insane.

I’m going to annoy everyone by saying yet again that I miss Tommy when he’s not on stage in the second act. Although now I know from the Jersey Boys Q and A that Jon spends his time eating and phoning his girlfriend so at least he’s happy while he’s away! Ha!

While Tommy is gone, I fall a little bit in love with Nick Massi and feel the need to offer him a regular bar of soap, and I drool over Frankie.

Beggin’ – Sandy sure works his sexy on that. Can’t say too much without turning this post filthy but he is seriously one fit fella.

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You – I’m going to actually steal from a friend here but I will credit her, so please don’t sue me. Jus, my fellow Jersey Girl and as I have to come realise in the last few weeks, one of my best friends in the whole world …. summed up Can’t Take My Eyes Off You with Sandy Valli very nicely. She said that it is that song that is just his. In the whole show it is the song he shines most at. And I really can’t add to that. She is bang on. It’s hard to explain unless you actually see Sandy perform it with your own eyes, but the stage comes alive. In fact, when the audience claps him at the end , I would actually pay to see a whole show of just Sandys face in that moment. I mean…. it would be awkward for him to stand there doing that for two hours and my arms would ache from clapping but…… it would so be worth it.

While I am on show ideas, I hope some of you have seen my tweets to Matt Thorpe. I have mentioned that I would be more than happy to watch him bop with his guitar for a few hours and I stand by that. He wouldn’t need to say a word. I need to make this happen. Not sure he would be completely down with it but I would and that is all that matters. ;-)

All too soon, Bob Crewe (The fabulous Sean Mulligan) was introducing The Four Seasons back on to the stage for the end of the show. I have noticed that Rag Doll always gets the older people in the audience singing, without fail.

Obviously, I am back to the wetting my pants thing again at this point because Jon Boydon is back on stage again and the world is good.

Who Loves You sends me into meltdown because Jon because hips because so so so hot.

The audience was a great crowd yesterday but for some reason, nobody fancied giving the guys a standing ovation. I’m sitting there warring with myself thinking….. ‘But I always stand up for them’ “No, don’t do it Laura, being the only one standing up by yourself will be mortifying, you don’t have anyone with you to stand up” ‘Yes but they were so good, they need a standing ovation’ “Yes but you have had wine, you may not even stand up right. You will fall over.”

Anyway…. Standing Ovation Laura won out in the end and despite being 9 rows back with nobody else in front standing, I nervously stood up praying I wouldn’t be the only one for a while. Luckily, other people stood up in a matter of seconds so it wasn’t as mortifying as I thought. I learnt yesterday that I can never go to a Jersey Boys and not stand up after all their hard work. They deserve a standing ovation every single time. They are amazing.

The show was over and it had went by far too quickly but I had enjoyed every minute and seeing Sandy again on stage was everything I thought it would be. He is the tonic to a shitty week that is for sure.

I had arranged to meet Jus for a coffee after Jersey Boys so I told her when I was finished saying hi at stage door we would meet. What I hadn’t bargained on was the rain. Not everybody is the same as me, I love the rain, most people do not. I had absolutely no intention of making any of the guys stand out in the rain to say hi BUT …. Jus hadn’t been in contact yet and I had nothing to do so I made my way to stage door anyway feeling absolutely ridiculous and hoping none of the boys would feel like they had to talk. If any of them did stop I would just tell them that I was meeting a friend which was absolutely the truth. Anyway…. I kept staring at my phone waiting for Jus to message me so I could walk away when all of a sudden, Michael Watson was stood in front of me.

I mean, I know it wasn’t exactly random, the dude works there and had a show to do that night but it is still unexpected from my point of view…..So there I am , hidden under my umbrella , practically drooling at just how fit Michael looked (He had a winter hat on ladies, he looked mighty fine) when Michael being …. well , Michael…… starts talking to me. He’s amazing. He didn’t have to. It was pissing it down and he’s just having a chat as if it didn’t bother him at all.

I definitely remember playing the sympathy vote and telling him I was all by myself. I had to remind myself not to sing in front of him because I so very nearly did. “ALL BY MYSELF……………….. DON’T WANNA BE….. ALL BY MYSELF ANYMORE” ….. Luckily I didn’t but it was a close call.

I’ve said it many times and I’m saying it again….. Michael is an actual walking dream. His eyes are like…. heaven and he is just gorgeous. The fact he stopped for a chat in the pouring rain just made him all the more endearing (as if he had any right to be more perfect) and he made an already brilliant day even nicer. So thanks for making my day Michael. I say that as if he would ever read this. And if he did ever happen to stumble across it, then I would expect the police at my door from the things I have said about him. I already have my defence for that arrest though.
“In my defence your honor, it is not my fault he is so freaking fit.”

While my brain was in meltdown over the unexpected Michael bonus, I was having a freak out that Jus still wasn’t there. I then was completely stuck at whether I should walk away or stay and at least say hi to Sandy. I mean, he would never care. I went through countless Rock Of Ages shows without saying one word to him but now I feel kind of rude if I don’t just say ….. “Good show.”

But I just felt so stupid on my own in the dark and the pouring rain. Anyway, long story short, I did stay. And he came out looking as delicious as ever. (Seriously, leather jacket…. something going on with his hair….. my knees were weak.)

I definitely told him he was amazing more than once. i gushed. It was embarrassing. I was helped along by Jus. I may have forced Jus to be there and there was definitely some shouting done but anyway…..

I tried my best to not sing ‘Umbrella’ to Sandy ….. (Seriously guys, the amount of times I nearly burst into song yesterday was unreal….) and for all you wondering, I totally didn’t drop my umbrella on Sandys head or anything. I managed to stay calm so I was awfully proud of myself. It’s not easy to stay cool when he talks at you with THAT accent.

I told him useless information about how my hair gets frizzy. I’m sure he appreciated it and slept better for knowing that. This is why I’m not really allowed to talk to Sandy. I usually make a twat of myself although it has to be said that for me, I was pretty normal last night. So that is good.

Anyway, obviously it was a brief chat due to the rain and the fact he has just been ill and didn’t fancy getting ill again . Oh and probably due to the fact I am his scariest fan.

He was lovely and didn’t have to even say hi in such awful weather, but he did and I am extremely grateful. Most of all though, I am grateful for the amazing show he put on.

He never fails to put on a good show. And he was definitely a well needed distraction from everyday life.

I am so pleased I went to see Jersey Boys yesterday. I will now be in a happy bubble for a few days and when the bubble pops due to work , work and more work………. I have the Jersey Boys movie to keep me going! Oh John Lloyd Young, what a cute chin dimple you have. Marry me.

Somewhere, thousands of miles away, John Lloyd Young has just got wind he has gained a crazy fangirl and is currently changing his identity while Sandy and Michael look on in sympathy. And jealousy that it is too late for them.

That was a creepy note to end it on. I aim to please. Sleep well guys!!!

A Non Bucket List

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Most people in life have a list right? Of all these things they have to do before they die. I have one. But I’m not calling it a bucket list because I always associate that term with morbid things, and even though none of us are going to get out of this world alive, I would rather just call this a list. A non bucket list.

I thought I would share it with you all. You can thank me another day. A few things have happened in my personal life recently that have really got me to thinking what I have to do before I get beamed up by the good light from the film in Ghost. Patrick Swayze waiting for me is optional but as long as I don’t get dragged away like that curly headed physco dude then it’s fine.

Anyway…… My in no particular order non bucket list goes a little something like this.

1: Travel to A Wizard Of Oz, tell the Tinman some home truths about just how annoying those squeaky sounds of his are, and fall asleep in the pretty field of poisonous flowers. But as this is a ‘I wish’ scenario, I want no part of a Wicked Witch having a hand in this and I want to wake up of my own accord with no hideous long term side affects.

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2: Open my own bakery. The only thing with this is i’m a rubbish baker. But I thought I could sell sweets and supermarket shop cakes. And Kingsmill bread. I doubt anybody would know the difference, and I truly believe I would rock a bakers hat.

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3: For a whole week run, I would like to play Tommy DeVito at Jersey Boys. I’m not too fussed whether I get picked up for the West End or Broadway production for this,. I feel like I could bring a whole new level to the character/In real life person. I would add boobs for a start.I can shake my hips a quarter as good as Jon Boydon can and the added bonus of playing Tommy for a week would mean that I would fancy myself. And somebody has to. So I would fangirl over me to the max.

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4: One day, I would like to open all the bananas in the world and replace the banana meat with mushrooms. Not magic mushrooms. I don’t believe in drugs. Well that’s a lie. I believe in them. They are about. They are just not nice. So I don’t condone them. Anyway, that is neither here nor there. These banana skins will be filled with real edible mushrooms. Not poisonous ones. I wouldn’t want to make anyone ill.

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5: One day, I would like to walk up to Dappy …. (You know Dappy… N-Dubz fame, few arrests here and there, awful clothes) and tell him that although I am sure underneath all the chav, he is probably a decent person….. then I would grab his hand and write ‘I have a silly name’ on his hand in pen. No. In Sharpie. And hopefully that would really show him. (I am also aware Dappy is a stage name. But it is still the most stupid thing I have ever heard that I just can’t accept it.)

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6: While we are on the subject of talented musicians (Ahem. Cough cough. Splutter. nice chap though. Thoroughly lovely. If you just get past the awfulness.) I would like to add myself to that list. The talented musician list. I want to be known for writing such songs as Don’t Stop Me Now, Imagine and Smells Like Teen Spirit.

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7: I want to pop my Nandos cherry.

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8: I want to steal Hugh Jackman away from the wife that he absolutely adores, but still be loved and respected by everyone because they know that me and him together makes sense. I would also like to remain friends with the wife as she is one of the coolest women ever to have roamed this planet. I mean, not only did she bag Hugh Jackman, she just seems pretty damn wonderful so I really have envisioned my stealing Hugh as a peaceful time for all those involved.

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9: I definitely want to be proposed to by a penguin with a red rose. No wait, I mean… I want my fella to propose to me. Not the penguin. But I want him to hire a penguin. Who is holding a red rose.

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10: Which brings me to my final list item.

I want my two children to know how much I love them and how unbelievably proud of them I am. I want them to go through life with as few problems as they can and I want them to have a smile and a kind word for everyone. I want them to be the type of people that care. The type of people who will be loved by all. They already are. I just want it to continue. I want them to know that my love for them will burn brighter than a billion stars in the sky ever could. And I want them to know that they are my everything.

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Just Like A Movie

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Just like a really, REALLY awful movie where nobody ends up with anybody and nothing is cool. Nobody bursts into song or anything. Who wants to watch that? Not anyone. That is who. 
I should probably explain anyway. 
So as you all may or may not know, I’ve been having a teensy bit of trouble with my wrist. As I said before, I keep pretty quiet about it. Not complained once. Ahem. 
So right now, I am writing this post with pain helping me along, but I have to write it because you all want to know what happened. OK , you don’t. But I like blogging so here you go. 
After last night, me and my wrist were not on speaking terms. It kept waking me up every time I moved because it’s hurting. It is at that annoying stage of constant dull pain when not being used and shooting, sharp pains when doing something with it. 
So on my way to work today I decided to make a little visit to my chemist. I mean… if the hospital couldn’t do anything apart from recommending I support it , then the chemist probably ain’t going to be an awful lot of help. 
BUT …. here is the thing…… It’s been a while since I saw the dishy Darren Criss lookalike and I had a sort of excuse this time right? 
*If you have read this blog before, you will know who I am referring to. If you haven’t read this blog before, then go and have a look back at two REALLY exciting posts about a fit guy….. then you will get what this is about. Sort of. And the posts aren’t all that exciting. But still.*

Anyway, when I walked in and saw he wasn’t there , I felt a mixture of relief at not being able to make a twat out of myself and disappointment at not seeing his dishy face. And after calling his face dishy , I really hope that he will never , ever read this. 

My mixed emotions didn’t last for even five seconds before he walked out from the back looking dreamy as ever. I was totally going to play it cool (as I always do in front of hot guys…… ) so I just sort of stood there as if I was waiting for the lady behind the counter to serve me. But him being swoonsome , just came out from behind the counter and headed straight for me. He was smiling and it was extremely off putting because it is too much handsome in ordinary life. 

“Hi! Are you feeling better?”

I looked behind me even though I knew there was nobody there. 

“Me? Erm…….”

“From that sick bug you had?”

Ah. Right. No getting out of this then. He knows who I am. Just like he knew who I was last time from the chocolate incident. I just still had a vague hope that we could start over minus junk food and vomit. 

“Yes. I mean, I had it in March so it would be a pretty rough deal if I was still puking.”

He laughed and it was honestly the geekiest laugh I have heard in quite some time but…. I love geeky laughs so the swoon factor just went up. P.S , what I said wasn’t funny so he kind of also gets extra points for laughing at nothing. 

“Yeah. You would definitely have to get checked out if that were the case. Brought any chocolate recently?”

Yes he did ask me that. No , I’m really not joking. Most girls would just give a standard answer but I sort of had Eleanor Page on my mind as she is now off to the USA for an adventure, and I told her that I would miss her more than Willy misses his chocolate factory since he handed it over to that Bucket kid. 

“Yes. I brought a whole factory actually.”

Silence. 

“I didn’t really. It was just a joke. Although it wasn’t funny. But anyway.”

He laughed again. Bless. It would have been good if he laughed at the factory thing though so his points just went down, but to be fair to him…. nobody would have made the connection of me missing a friend who has just gone to America and comparing her to chocolate factories. I’m not even that sure why it came out of my mouth so……. the point of this whole word for word thing being that I really shouldn’t be allowed to talk to people. I haven’t even done a blog post about what happened last week when I hopped on a train specifically to see a certain West End actors legs, nor will I. The whole thing was painfully awful. Apart from the actual legs of course. 

“Are you here to pick a prescription up? For your Dad right?”

Yes ladies, he’s real and has an award worthy memory. I bet he is the type of guy who would even remember your birthday and isn’t that what everyone is looking for in a man?!

“No. Not today.”

“Oh.”

Then we both just stand there awkwardly for a moment before I remembered that it was actually my move because he isn’t a mind reader. 

“But I did come in for a valid reason other than stalking you.”

He looks quite startled at this. 

“Not that I am stalking you. That came out wrong. What I should have said first is that I’m not stalking you.”

He’s still looking at me with concern. 

“You would only really have to be scared if you were somebody from Glee or possibly someone in the West End, then you could worry.”

He isn’t saying anything. 

“Not that I stalk those either.”

Kill. Me. Now. 

“I’ve hurt my wrist.”

Finally, he snaps into action. I don’t think he even blinked during the whole stalking speech. He was too terrified no doubt. 

“Oh right. How?”

I shrugged. Shrugging is never good because it makes me look like a moron. Because I don’t do it nicely…. it just comes across as like a really weird jerky movement. 

“At work I think. It’s been bad for a while now. It has been looked at and they said it was a possible chipped bone and torn muscles or something. They couldn’t really do much but it’s still hurting the crap out of me (<<classy Laura.) so I was wondering if there was anything to be done for the pain.”

He honestly looked at me, in all seriousness and goes…… 

“Have you tried a wrist support?”

Right. Now why didn’t I think of that?!

“Yeah. But the adult supports are all massive on me so I had to resort to a kids support at first, and then when that didn’t work I just had to keep it strapped up. It is better when it’s strapped up it’s just that it is still really hurting. I have to rip up loads of boxes tomorrow.”

See everyone, this is why he’s my perfect man. He’s witty. 

“For your factory?”

Boom. I translated this as I think we are going to live happily ever after. 

“Ha! Good one. Yeah. And for work.”

He raises an eyebrow. 

“You rip boxes for a living?”

As impressive as that job sounds, I had to put him right. I’m not sure why, it’s not as if i’m a rocket scientist or anything. 

“I work in retail.”

I thought that explained everything but he just looked even more confused. 

“Every Tuesday and Friday I have to do delivery. Which means a lot of boxes and packing away and lifting….. which is why I came in to see if there was anything that could be done.” For some mad reason, I didn’t stop there. “I work other days as well. When I don’t do delivery.”

What the fuck? Stop talking. Just stop. 

“Erm OK …….” He walks off. I kick myself apart from I actually did. Because I was embarrassed. So I kicked my foot with my other foot and then I wonder why people think I’m crazy. He didn’t see so that’s the main thing. 

A few minutes later he returns with a bandage and some deep heat. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I had already had this stuff because he has that face so I took them. 

“Thanks for your help. I have to get work now otherwise I’ll be late.”

He grinned at me and it was a proper heart melting grin. Don’t you just love smiley people? 

“It’s Monday. You were right. You do work other days.”

I know for a fact my cheeks went red because….. well, I’m an idiot. As I walked out of the chemist, he called out….. “See you soon.”

Which could mean a number of things. 

Number 1: That he thinks I am always ill/accident prone so the chances of me coming in again are likely.
Number 2: That I will be in to pick up my Dads prescription although I have handed that duty down to my sister since sick bug gate. 
or Number 3: He thinks we are obviously Romeo and Juliet without the dying so …… I’m going to go with that one. 

………………………………… Don’t spoil my fun with your realism OK? All of our meetings have gone so well that it would be mad for us not to hook up. 

Now I’m off to eat chocolate. From the shop. Not my pretend factory. 

Watching The People Go By

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This could either be the title of a really corny 1950’s film that I would LOVE …. or it could be another blog post that doesn’t make sense. Let’s probably go for the blog post option. As this is a blog post. And not a film. Because I have no theme music for this. I suppose you can add theme music to the page. Well, I know you can. Because I did on my old blogs. OK , get voting on a theme song readers! Wow, I have went way off point here…….

Working in retail, I get to people watch all the time. Believe it or not, I actually take things in underneath all the outward smut I show to the world. While you may think I am actually just lusting over a particularly hot guy who has just walked past, I am also watching him as a person…. not just a face. The same if it was an elderly lady, a teenager…. or an alien. I like to watch people. It gives you a good grasp on the way the world works. 

There are some gorgeous people in this world. Inside and outside. There are also some awful people. I’m not talking about the murderers/rapists and so on, although of course…. they are the worst. No, they really are. But this post is about …. well, i’m not sure. But not them anyway. 

Everybody has a bad day right? Some people have a bad week/month/ or even year. And it sucks. Let’s make no bones about it, when things don’t go your way, the world looks like a darker place. But we all just need to take a step back and smell the fucking roses once in a while. 

The situation I’m about to explain isn’t a great one, but it is my situation. So I will tell it. 

Last night, I got around three hours sleep. It always seems to happen when I have a delivery day the next morning. My mind just doesn’t shut off. I had been working so much in the last week or two that I was missing the kids, and on my only day off I went to London to see Jersey Boys because Jon Boydons hips are an instant pick me up and the kids were out on Saturday anyway so I didn’t feel bad about missing out on time with them. So last night I was feeling guilty in general I guess, and it’s not just working Mums, it is every Mum that gets struck with this guilt feeling every so often. Being a single Mum, I am constantly questioning whether I am doing things right. So yes, these thoughts kept me up, 

I awoke groggily to the sound of my piercing alarm at four. Four in the morning shouldn’t even be a time but it is my reality every Tuesday and Friday. I fell over while having a lightning quick shower and then I walked into the door, banging my knee hard. I went to drink my coffee , realising too late that I hadn’t actually boiled the kettle because I was so tired. I poked my mascara wand in my eye which is a bitching pain, then I whacked my head with my hairbrush as I tried to comb out the tangles of my frizz. 

As I left the house, it was raining. Which is fine. I like the rain. But it was cold, dark, raining and 5am. As I got halfway to work, I realised I had forgotten my purse which sucked as I needed to get some shopping on the way back. I stepped on two snails by accident and walked past a dead bird with its guts spilling out of its body. 

I got splashed by a lorry on the thirty minute walk and by the time I arrived at work at 5.50am, I had already had enough. At 6:10am we had a text from the manager who was delayed because of over running engineering works which was crap for him because he had delivery and promo in the same day, and it was shit for me and my workmate who were stuck outside in the rain for nearly an hour. As I said, I like the rain. But I don’t like waiting in it that early in the morning for a never ending amount of time. 

When we finally got in to the shop, we had to work our asses off to make up lost time. My hands and arms are cut to shreds from all the box tearing and shelving we had to do. The cages that are ten times bigger than me are hard to even open , let alone move…. and I was once told my a workmate who had worn a steppy thing during a delivery shift at work that we cover between 6-10 miles a shift. Which may seem easy enough but dudes, I walk a mile there and back and it’s 6am. 

The shop opens at half 8 and we were still madly putting things away. I was trying to put stuff away around the tills/front of shop and serve people at the same time. And I had just learnt I would be staying an extra two hours to help with the time we lost from this morning. 

I know you are all finding this fascinating, but there will be a point. 

Retail is very 50/50 . Some people are lovely. Some people are not. 

I had already lost my enthusiasm for the day by the time the shop had opened. But of course, I served people with a happy smile and a ‘have a nice day’ attitude. So why….. please tell me why…. some people…. choose to act like you just killed a bunch of puppies for merely having the cheek to serve them? 

One woman was so rude that she honestly had me a nervous wreck. If I can be nice to her despite wanting to go back to bed for a few days, surely she can just at least be ….. just…. mildly polite? She doesn’t have to be overly friendly. But a little less cold would have been great.

But all that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that she merely grunted at me as I tried to pack her items away neatly in a bag that she had waved in my face. It didn’t matter that rather than handing me the money, she slung it on the counter, making some fall off the side and then moaning because I was time wasting in going to pick it up for her. It didn’t matter that as I beamed at her and told her to have brilliant day she looked at me like I was piece of shit. You know why? 

Because she might have been having a bad day herself right? She could have been having a day ten times worse than mine. She could have just lost a family member, she could have had her life savings stolen, she could have been having a mid-life crisis. She also might have been someone who volunteers her time at a charity. She may be someone who works twelve hour days just to make ends meet. She may have just saved a drowning cat. 

So many things to consider when facing another person. 

I meant it when I told her to have a nice day. Honestly. Because if her mood was any indication to go by, she wasn’t having a great one so far…. so she needed the parting comment. 

I just wish that she had maybe considered that I was having a bad day too. Because I think that at the moment, it is what is wrong with the world as a whole. We are so wrapped up in our own heads that we don’t give thought to other people anymore, and that is sad. I fully admit that I am not the most…. how shall we put it…… contactable friend??! I barely ever reply to a text message because I prefer to phone. Friends will send me messages three pages long on facebook and I will reply with a line when I remember. I’m shit at remembering birthdays even if I write them down and names…. I am so bad at remembering peoples names I have only met once. But I do care. I think about things. I wonder if you are all having a good day and so on and stuff and bits and bobs. 

Outwardly, I portray the ultimate smutty fangirl who has a brain that is wired a teeny bit differently from everybody elses. It’s understandable people would think that as today I told a fellow shop worker that the world needed more varieties of banana bread and I stand by that. I’m not sure she had the same views. Anyway…. I give that image to the world. But deep down, i’m PEOPLE WATCHING. I’m watching you all. Wow. Now I sound super scary. Watching you in a nice – non – creepy way obviously. Basically, what I am trying to say is…. I know you all have feelings because I see them. And I have feelings too. 

A few years back…. I had the worst of the worst days. My Dad was critically ill in hospital hundreds of miles away and I couldn’t visit him. We didn’t know if he would make it through the night. My sisters were both quite young at the time and they needed dinner, but we didn’t really have anything in the house so I had to go shopping. The thought of going shopping was horrific. I felt like every aisle I walked down was a never ending hell. I wanted to burst into tears with every step. But I didn’t. And when I got to the checkout, this sweet worker, probably a similar age to what I was then…… she smiled and told me I had a friendly face. For no reason at all. I had a sweet, friendly face according to her…. and then, at the end of the transaction, she didn’t just wish me a happy day. Oh no. She actually said…. 

“Have a wonderful life sweetie, you deserve it.”

How nice is that? That one comment on the darkest of all dark days has stayed with me ever since. Little did she realise just how much I needed her words. Or…. not even words. Just her smile was enough to lift my spirits that tiny teeny bit. 

What I have been trying to say this whole post is that your words, your actions, your gestures and your attitude in general will impact somebodies day. You may not think it will, but it does. Just a smile from somebody could make a person feel a whole load better about things. 

My work story really isn’t a good example. On a bigger scale, we have our NHS workers who work tirelessly to be treated with venom by some patients. We have police officers who get abuse day in, day out for just doing their jobs. We have workers who do a twelve hour shift picking up litter from the streets, all while singing a merry tune and greeting people with a cheery hello. We have midwives who work through the night , office workers meeting a deadline and dock yard workers out in all weather. I can’t list every job, but no matter who you are and what you are doing…. just remember that a smile and maybe if you have the time…. a kind word wouldn’t go amiss. 

The world can be a beautiful place even on the darkest and most miserable days, you just have to look for the sunshine. And sometimes….. you, yourself holds that sunshine. 

So with that, I’m just going to leave you some depressing pictures of what a 5am walk to work looks like in August. AUGUST!!  What the frick is it going to be like in December? BUT…. I still find remarkable beauty in these pictures. And no doubt I will find it in the cold months as well. Because I saw this new coat I wanted and it’s fucking awesome, so that will be a silver lining…… 

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Jersey Boys – 15/08/2014 – Oh! What A Night

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Some of you will know by now that I have become a bit of a Jersey Girl. Apparently, this is an actual thing and the only cure is to watch the show. Multiple times. It’s hard, but if it is the only thing that will get me through it then needs must. 

Of course, there is no denying the fact that I started my Jersey journey because of a former cast member of Rock Of Ages who has the ability to look good in a leotard AND a red suit. So I never thought I would see the day where I actually booked to see a Jersey Boys show that wasn’t a Sandy Valli one. 

But a few months ago, when the Jersey Boy love started in my fangirl brain….. I saw a TV appearance that involved a certain  Michael Watson … AKA – Main Frankie Valli. 

I had prepared myself to not really think anything of Michael…. I mean, I knew he was going to be good. He is the main Frankie after all, the star of the show. But all the same, the only Frankie for me was Scottish with legs to die for. Anyway, I watched the TV performance, and from the moment Michael said something about not getting any cheers from the crowd but the others did, I instantly liked him. Then he started singing and I knew that one day, I had to book up and see him as Frankie. Skip to a month or two back where some of you may remember a previous blog post about bumping into Michael outside the theatre and basically being a complete and utter fangirl and telling him that we would be along soon . 

Which brings us to yesterday……

After waking up at 4am for work, and freaking out for a few hours because I thought I had a serious medical condition due to not being able to walk or breathe properly during work (<< That was a total hint for sympathy by the way) , I honestly wasn’t feeling that chirpy by the time I finished my shift and collapsed on the sofa. The thought of showering and dragging my arse out of the house to London was a pretty daunting task when I felt like shit. But it’s not as if I was having to do something really taxing. I mean, I got to see four guys who are all quite easy on the eye sing and dance on stage for a few hours, if anything, it was going to make me feel better. 

No matter how many times I go to London, I still get that rush of excitement every time the train rattles past all the famous buildings. It’s magical. So I was happy by the time I got off the train and met Jus who had told me in no uncertain terms that I needed to try Cinnabon otherwise my life was not worth living. 

Jus, Noor and Rachel were all right. Cinnabon is the business. I made a huge mistake and got a diddy one while Jus had a biggun. I have already learnt this hard lesson and next time, I will get one the size of my head. After a drink at Cafe Nero where sadly, the fit guy wasn’t at work, we made our way to the theatre. 

After the standard selfie in the bar where you can really tell exactly just how tired and rough I was feeling, we made our way to our third row seats. 

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We both spoke as we were waiting for the show to start about how weird it was purposely booking up a non Sandy show. And it was weird. Jus is main Smoffat. I’m Smutty on the side Smoffat. We were cheating on our man. It doesn’t matter that Sandy had he known would have been delighted to offload his crazy fangirls onto someone else for a while, all that mattered is we felt a teeny bit guilty. 

And that is where the Sandy thing ends. Right there. I wouldn’t dream of pitting them against each other. Both of these men have so much talent between them that it’s hard to handle. So from here on, this is a post about Michael’s  Frankie Valli.

Actually, it’s not a post about Michael’s Valli. It’s not a review. It’s not even a legitimate piece of writing. It’s a load of waffle but what would a blog of mine be without words that make no sense to anyone?

 As soon as the amazingly energetic Thomas Goodridge bounded on to the stage with his French version of Oh! What A Night, I was sold. It doesn’t take a lot for me to get excited, and the troubles of work and everything else melted away. 

Thomas is a never ending bundle of fun and every time he gets on that stage he makes people laugh. The one time he wasn’t there out of all my shows, I missed his enthusiasm. That is the thing about this show, all the extras absolutely make it what it is. Not just the four guys, who are amazing, but everyone. Matt Thorpe who plays Joe Pesci, he was off last time we went and I missed him. This time he was back and he was absolutely great. Along with Stuart King (If you ever get a chance to see his Bob, do it, he’s brilliant…) and Matt Hunt. These guys all make the show what it is and put in an enormous amount of work. 

No, I will not go into how crazily talented Jon Boydon is AGAIN. If you want to see that, then you have a choice of about five previous blog posts to see just how gushing I have been about him in the past. It’s embarrassing. I am sure I don’t need to point out that from the moment he walked on, he was on fire. He got cheers as soon as he walked on to the stage. That crowd last night was insane. I could tell the guys were loving the audiences reaction, not just because i’m physic, but because most of them tweeted about what a great crowd it was ;-)

It really makes the show more enjoyable if everyone around you is loving it as much as you are and that was without a doubt the best crowd reaction I have ever seen. 

As soon as Michael ran on as young teenage Frankie, that was it. I was in a trance. Honestly. Talent? Yes. Just a bit. A lot. A huge amount. Oh my chocolate buttons he is talented. The dude was ill just the night before and had to take a show off, I have no idea if he was still under the weather a bit for this performance….. but if he was, then nobody would have known. 

The noises I made at certain points were incredibly embarrassing. 

Michael Valli – “I’m in the mood for Love….”
Me – “Uhhhhhhh”

Michael Valli – “I wanna Sunday Kind of Love”~
Me – “Swooooooon”

Michael Valli – “Don’t Go Baby….”
Me – “Ahhhhh. I won’t. I’ll stay right here. Forever. Until it’s time to catch my train anyway.”

I am pretty sure Jus nudged me a few times because at one point, I think I ‘Aaahhhed’ quite loudly at a particular note Michael hit. Oooops. 

The guy – he can sing. But not just sing. His voice is like a silky smooth thing that caresses your ears and makes you feel like you are riding on a fluffy cloud of white chocolate whip. I know, I have a way with words.  In particular, I don’t think I have ever melted at My Eyes Adored You like I did last night. It helps that it is one of my favourite songs of the show. But on that song, it was like Michael wasn’t even trying. Let’s just say, the TV and youtube videos I have seen Michael on, as good as they were, do not justify just how good he is in person. 

He also has certain facial expressions while playing Frankie that were just spot on. He completely aced it, and as a part time Smoffat, that is some high praise right there. I always think the Go Ape song is a laughing out loud moment, but paired with Michaels hilariously funny face during this…. it was hysterical. 

Edd Post as Bob Gaudio ad Matt Nalton as Nick Massi…… once again – perfect. Never seen these boys have an off moment. Apart from the times Edd was just literally off. Completely. Because he wasn’t there. That was my attempt at funny. You’re welcome. 

The interval came around way too quickly, and there were discussions had about Michael Valli Watson…. all veering towards the holy fuck-cakes , he’s incredible. 

If the first act was magical, the then I’m not quite sure what that makes the second act. The crowd were loving it and the guys on stage certainly were as well. It must be an amazing experience for them to see people cheering so loudly. 

As a completely random side note – Edd Post has a way of pronouncing things that is just brilliant. The words Cretin and Tour in particular. 

Matt Nalton banged his head on the table extra hard this time round. So hard that even Jus next to me who doesn’t over-react like I do was like …. “Woah. That had to hurt.” 

The songs were all rushing by way too quickly, each one was brilliant. It turns out that Beggin’ is pretty damn sexy whoever is doing the dance….. 

It has to be said though, that if you can take your eyes off Frankie long enough during this song, Tommy De Vito and Nick Massi are throwing some pretty hot guitar moves around in the background. 

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You was enough to turn me into a puddle of gooey fangirling mess. Michael worked the crowd. He was incredible. And yes, I am repeating the words incredible, amazing and talented rather a lot during this post, but when you are writing about the Jersey Boys….. it’s a standard theme. 

Probably one of the funniest moments during the whole show was Working My Way Back To You. Having seen the show once or twice (ahem … or uh…. you know sevenish…..) times , we are well aware that Frankie will usually give somebody on the front row a little serenade. Front row being the key words. I guess if the front row was full of men, the Frankie would then search for the nearest available girl…. but when I have been there, it has always been first row. 

But this time, much to my delight and amusement…. Michael walks to the side of the stage, and points three rows back at Jus. Good old Jus. Good old mortified wanted to die on the spot Jus. We knew it was her as there was nobody directly in front , so that was a give away. And there were a few ladies in the front row, so the fact he serenaded Jus made it all the more brilliant. And it wasn’t just a quick sing either. It felt like it went on for a few lines. Probably because it did. It was so funny! If you know Jus, you will know what her reaction would have been like. She didn’t know where to look and I am pretty sure she freaked out for the remainder of the show ;-) 

Michael played the bereaved Dad with outstanding emotion. He really did show maturity throughout the whole show. It’s not an easy task to go from a 16 year old boy to somebody who has had a career for decades, three girls, three boys , broken marriages and a family death. But he was spot on throughout it all. 

By the end, everything was just spiffingly delightful . << Sorry. I just wanted to get spiffing in there somehow. Word of the week. I think I got another nudge from Jus because I loudly exclaimed …. “Yes! My Tommy’s back!” I say it in every blog post, but i adore the moment Tommy walks back on with all his cockiness . I need a man like Tommy in my life. He’s adorable. Don’t look at me like that……

“Is this like being in a fucking time machine or what?”

Ah. He’s back. 

Rag doll/ Who Loves You were perfection. You can tell the out of this world shows from the just merely excellent shows. And this was definitely an out of this world one. I don’t think I have ever seen the boys enjoy those last songs so much as last night. 

Needless to say it was a standing ovation. Apart from most of our row actually. But they were like the only row in the whole place that didn’t stand up. I may have stood up too early but I don’t care.

It’s a weird show of appreciation isn’t it? You guys just rocked our socks off so I’m going to show you all just how much I enjoyed it by uh….. standing up, I want to really cover how much fun it was so here, have me in an upright position. 

Anyway…… 

I really enjoy listening to the crowds talking as we all walk out. I’m nosy like that. It seemed like everyone was as amazed as we were. 

Stage Door. Uh Oh. We all know what usually goes down at stage door in these blogs. It never goes terribly well does it? Usually because I’m a twat. 

Here is the thing, I had it in my mind that I wasn’t actually going to go to stage door. Because, there was no need really There was no Sandy to torment/drool over. . But it was such a good crowd that I figured if we go and fangirl with all the others, it won’t look so weird. Apart from there were no others , which after an audience like that,, was quite something. 

So as the guys all start coming out. Jus is nudging me. 

Jus – “Oh look, there’s Thomas, say hi”
Me – “No.”

Jus – “Oh …. It’s Matt Thorpe!! Say hi to him.”
Me – “Nope.”

Jus – “Look, Jon Boydon looking all sexy in his leathers <<(OK , she might not have said that, but I thought it.) Tell him it was a great show. 
Me- No. 

Jus – “Aw there is Edd. You talking to him?”
Me – ” No.”

Don’t ask. Sometimes, I love a bit of stage door. It’s fun to tell them all that they were amazing. Because they were. But sometimes, I just don’t feel it. Of course, I would have told all the guys that they were great, but I didn’t really want to take up any of their time, so like I said, I’m not even sure why we do stage door half the time. I guess it’s just an automatic thing since Rock Of Ages. 

I’m sure the conversation when Michael walked out would have also went…. 

Jus – “Look, there’s Michael…. tell him how great he was.”
Me- “No.”

But it didn’t go like that. Because Michael is definitely one of a kind. Before either of us could even really figure out what was happening, he had grabbed Jus in a hug, saying something about Smoffats and love. Jus would really have to tell you what he said. I’m not sure. I was just staring at his eyes. Did I ever mention that his eyes are dreamy? Yes? Oh, OK . Anyway. So yeah, Jus gets a hug. And I’m pretty sure he’s still saying something about the Smoffats. And then it’s my turn for a hug. 

Yes, you read that right. A hug. A hug from Michael Watson. As all of you will know, I’m not exactly…. huggable. I just stand there like the cold hearted bitch I am, giving off a serious ‘do not touch me’ vibe. Things were said and i’m not sure what. Maybe I can give Jus a right of reply so she can re-tell the events. She probably remembers more than me. Or not. She looked pretty dazed as well. The Watson effect is real. 

I insulted him. He’s so sweet and I still managed to insult him. The insult went something along the lines of….. 

Me – “So hey, maybe we could get a picture or something?” (I fucking hate asking for pictures, but it’s Michael Watson so I did what I had to do…..) 
Michael -“Yeah, sure. Of course …”(More friendly things because he’s just a great human being. Not to be confused with baked bean or mass murderer.)
Me- “Yeah because you know, we aren’t coming back.”
Michael looks at me. 
Me – “Because we are Sandy fangirls.”
Michael – Puppy dog expression. “Awwww :-(” <It was mock sadness. He knew I was joking.
Me- “Not really, I’m joking…. (Oh my god , stop talking….) No, seriously, you were amazing…..(OK , he gets it……) So, so good. Incredible. (Stop talking right now.)

Photo is taken. 

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I have named this picture – Michael Watson and the chubby cheeked hamster with demonic eyes. Yes. I had to darken the picture up because there was a serious case of glowing/vampireish eyes going on right here. But anyway. I got a picture with Michael. So that happened. Do I sound like a fangirl? That’s because I am. 

After the picture was probably the moment where I should have asked if Jus wanted one, except I didn’t and I felt like a bit of a bitch, but in my defense…. last time when we had a photo with Matt Thorpe, I kind of forced her into it….. (See previous blog post…..) , So it did cross my mind that she might not want one. 

There is nothing like standing next to a man like that to make you realise just how horror showish you look. Future note – don’t come out in the daytime. I will scare old people and children. And fit guys. 

At one point, I started on rambling to Sophie (One of the girls in the show…..) about how she is also amazing but how we always gush over the men and the girls deserve credit and blah blah blah. I hope she wasn’t too terrified/confused at my sudden urge to start talking to her, but much like Nick Massi, it just came out of my mouth. 

It ended with Michael asking us to come back. OK , mainly Jus. He was still hugely offended by my insult. ;-) No, he wasn’t. I hope. Anyway……. 

I will 100% be going back to another Michael Valli show. I can’t believe it took me so long to get round to the first one. 

The train ride home was eventful with a couple of drunks fighting and then puking down a business mans suit. So that was a nice way to round off the day. 

You can’t beat a Friday Night in London! 

Jersey Girls – Type A – 26/07/2014

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It took me some time to decide if I should write this blog or not. Saturday honestly was just a bit…. weird.  I am still looking back over some of the days events in horror. The explanations will come later in the usual style of this blog, so expect humiliation and all out cringey-ness. 

I had decided long ago to go to London for this day as a friend from Germany was over in London for a few days. Tanja!! I had to come along, because meeting up is always going to be a rare but special thing so I will make sure to always make the effort. And I am glad I did. Plus, Germany won the world cup this year and obviously, Tanja being German will be firm friends with the football squad so I thought it was my ticket in. It turned out that just because you are from the same Country, you won’t automatically know each other. How weird is that?! 

I had booked up to see Jersey Boys as Tanja had another show that afternoon anyway, so I wouldn’t be missing out on time with her. It turned out that two people I slightly know and tolerate  (Looking at you Aussie Jus and Sit On Stephy)….. had booked up for the very same show that day as well. Jersey Girl-itus is fast becoming a thing with no cure.

Anyway…. I am going to try and do an in depth memory thing on the days events but if you are already a reader of this blog, we all know how well this is going to go. 

After making pals with the train station person, the WH Smith person and the train conductor, I arrived in London town at around 10-ish. Those new pals of mine are fab. I mean… we will never speak again, but hey! Thanks for brightening up the journey folks. 

I headed straight for my second home , Leicester Square to wait for my friend who I was meeting. As I sat on the wall that goes around the statue thingy in the sunshine on a beautiful summers day, I was as happy as a dog that had just found a really big dog bone or a couch to hump. Except I wasn’t sexually excited. Never mind….. 

I people watched, screamed at two birds, ran away from four wasps and put my chewing gum in the bin, walking straight into a still sticky bit on the ground which somebody had clearly just spat out so that was lovely. And this was all in the space of ten minutes. 

People say that London is unfriendly and cold. But I don’t find that. I have only ever had one really rude person in London so far, and in a place that big, it’s pretty good going. This lovely Chinese couple on the wall next to me said hi and gave me a smile that would melt the most frozen of hearts, so everything was good, even if I was scraping chewing gum off my shoe with an old Costa card from my purse. I wasn’t bothered. I don’t even know why I had a Costa card. I am Starbucks through and through. 

Anyway, my lovely smiley friend popped into sight, and off we walked into our new ‘place we go just because no reason really’ pub. While there, we got bacon, because what is a trip without bacon? What is even any day without bacon? And we chatted and laughed until we…. well no. We just chatted and laughed. This particular friend and I …. when we get together, we just don’t shut up. There is no room for taking breaths. What even is this air you all speak of? Who needs to breathe when you can talk and hold your hurt stomach from laughing so much? 

We did somehow manage to stop the chatter for just a second to decide that actually, we were in London which meant we had to go and get a drink at the Garrick Arms. Just because. Rock Of Ages memories and all that. It will always be a sentimental place for us. Rather than our usual malibu and cokes, we decided to be really summery and weddingish all at the same time and get Pimms. I don’t even know if I like Pimms. But you just have to drink it in the summer ya know? And me being the worst drinker in the world…. well, I think that first glass already went to my head a bit. Maybe it was the heat, the tiredness from working so much lately and the Pimms at 11 am in the morning combined, but something made me not quite with it…… 

Before we knew it, it was time for our very own mini Rock Of Ages reunion. We had told the girls we would meet them in the square by the statue at 1-sh, so off we went. 

This is where my brutal honestly kicks in. If I don’t like you, I will be making exactly ZERO time for you. We all made friendships and connections with various people during our love for the show mentioned above. Some of us have nothing in common. Some of us connected and have spoken every day since. Some of us live in Germany and some of us live in Tractor Land. My point is, just because we all had/have a love for the same show, there is no rule that we all had to be friends. 

So when I saw Jus and Stephy in the square, talking to a girl with her back to us, my heart sunk a little. I can talk to a sink. Like… a sink that has been demolished into white dust. I can talk to anything. That sink thing was a really weird example. But anyway, just because I CAN talk… does’t mean I want to waste it on people who don’t care for me and I don’t care for them. I hoped that this girl who we couldn’t see wasn’t somebody who I didn’t click with, because there are quite a few fans from this show who just don’t like me. And I don’t want to waste my time trying to be polite. I just wanted to spend the day with people I cared about. And I am actually being nice really, because I wouldn’t want them to spend time with me when inside, they don’t like me. That would be wasteful for all of us. 

In this life, you must always surround yourself with people who care. That is one key to happiness. Never waste a precious moment being two faced to somebody you wouldn’t even normally say hi to…… 

So with that being said, I made my friend and I walk AROUND the statue…(It’s a big statue guys….) Just to see if we could see who this mysterious person was. We didn’t need to worry in the end. It was somebody who I hadn’t spoken to before who actually seemed very nice so that was that. 

I hugged Jus and Stephy which always amazes me as I am not a ‘huggy’ person. I hate hugs. But with these girls and the amazing friend I was already with…. they make me be ‘huggy’ , which is a compliment to their personalities. 

As we were standing there talking and catching up …. (The woman who Jus and Stephy were talking to looked stunned by my declarations that I had arrived in London to marry The Jersey Boys) , we suddenly saw all these teenage girls just run and scream. Shut the front door. Something was going down. I did what any normal self respecting nearly 28 year old would do in those circumstances. I left my group of friends and ran with all the other girls, acting and totally perfecting the fangirl thing down to a tee. Honestly, I’m not bothered about the celeb world, but it’s always fun to say you have ‘seen’ such and such. So I was running down the square with people I didn’t know who were all beside themselves. Of course when we got to ‘the scene’ , I was too bloody 5ft2 short to even see anything anyway. 

I turned to the girls next to me and asked who everyone was running after. They looked at me in disgust, clearly thinking that I should know if I was part of the crowd that just ran. Fair point. 

“Overload.”

Who? What? Nope. Not even a tiny clue.  I have never heard of them at all ever. That was my fan girl moment ruined and off I walked back to join my friends. 

On the way back to my group, I was thinking to myself…. 

“Please don’t let Tanja and Sarah be there yet. I don’t want to have to explain to them that I was late to the meeting because I had just ran after a boy band I had never heard of. These are sophisticated people, the girls I was already with know my crazy well and put up with it…. but others just get a bit bemused.”

Of course Tanja and Sarah were already there. Of course. Joining them was a lovely girl called Simone. (If you ever read this …. it was so awesome to meet you! And I apologise…. for every single word that comes out of my mouth! ) 

I walked back into the group telling them all about how I just ran after a group of probably underage teenage boys because other people were running and I like to fit in so….. They just shrugged it off and we all sat on the damp muddy grass to have a catch up, after a hug with Sarah and Tanja of course. (Hugs again? I am the least huggy/huggable person in the world so you did good girls.) 

We all caught up. We hadn’t seen each other since November. And that is what I think makes the whole thing special. Listen, I have friends from all over. Everyone does. I have the girl I grew up with since I was three five minutes up the road. I have parents from the school. I have work friends. I have ex work friends. And now I have theatre friends. Some people look down on that and I just don’t know why. What does it matter how we met? The ‘look downers’ say that it isn’t a ‘real’ friendship and I guess only time will tell.  It doesn’t matter how any of us met, all that matters is that somehow…. we all decided to put up with one another and have spoken ever since. I think that is magical. This group in particular…. I have the friend I met in Leicester Square that morning. We have been friends for four years now and she is the one of the most amazing people I have ever met. We knew each other before the theatre world and I cherish her! Then we have Jus. Jus is a weird one to me. She just kind of hit me like a lightening strike and left her mark ever since. She’s a crazy Aussie with a drunken heart of gold. And we have met up many times since November. Then there is Stephy who was the first Rock Of Ages fan I ever met. I hadn’t seen her since the close of the show and it was lovely catching up. And Tanja and Sarah are the same. You realise how long ago November actually was when you all meet up again. 

I do need to do a little shout out here and say that the day wasn’t quite perfect. Not quite. It would have been if I could have met with just a few more people . Stagey theatre people who I have come to really care about and that is Eleanor Paps Baps Page and Noor, and Paps Baps Mum Rachel. Paps and Rachel, you are both so down to earth that you may as well be dirt but in a good way. You are completely crazy and I have come to like using Skype just for you. And Noor. A fellow certain Scottish man fan. Not only does she have good taste in men, she is lovely, quirky and all around brilliant. I can’t wait to see you three again! 

This is such a long rambling blog and I’m not even close to half way yet…. ooops. 

I think I might have suggested more Pimms. So four of us went over to the pub while the others insisted they were OK where they were, but then they came to join in the Pimms party and it was all fun. Remember the door way guy? REMEMBER HIM?! What was that about? We saw a Ross Hunter lookalike at the pub, who now in hindsight didn’t actually look remotely like him but….. like I said. I’m a bad drinker. 

Just like that, it was time to all seperate and go to our various shows. But it’s OK because we would all see each other afterwards for some unexpected boob action. More on that later. 

It has probably got to be said that Jus and I know our way around the Piccadilly theatre now. Ooops again. It’s official. Jersey Girls. 

We made ourselves at home in the bar before the show (of course, where else? This blog paints us in such a good light, especially as Jus is already known as ‘Drunk Aussie’) . Then it was time to make our way to the seats. The front row frickin seats. 

There was still ten minutes for a gossip though and as we were all sitting in various places, we decided to group up at the twirly stairs. As we were in the middle of a girly chat, probably about how dreamy Sandy Valli was, none other than Tobey came walking up to us. Tobey was also a Rock Of Ages fan from Germany who we used to bump into a lot. He’s lovely. It was a great surprise to see him! What a small world. It’s great that so many of us still go to support former cast members. 

Anyway… on to the show stuff. This is where I lose the plot and it is where the plot completely disappears for the entire day. 

Let me tell you. Sitting in the front row of Jersey Boys at the Piccadilly is a really bizarre experience. You are so close to the actually very low stage that you can touch it. You may as well be on stage with them. 

I was already a bit dazed when Thomas Goodridge came out to perform his rocking French version of Oh What A Night. I got a wink. Listen, I’m not an idiot. It’s definitely not my first Jersey Boys show and I know that it is ‘in the script’ to do it. But the fact that this time it was me threw me a bit because you know…. I’m shy. What? I so am. 

My cheeks were still burning from that when the one and only Jon Boydon walked out onto the stage. Ah Jon. If you are my friend, you will know that in the last few weeks, I have jumped upon the Jon Boydon fandom bandwagon and I’m not planning on getting off any time soon. I have purchased his album Three Four and pledged for his new one in the Kickstarter campaign he currently has going at Jonboydon.com . Check it out. << Smooth plugging that was.He has actually reached his £15,000 goal, but is looking to reach a higher target for a gig!! Do it!! So exciting.  Not only is he incredibly talented away from the stage, he is amazing on stage. Jon plays Tommy De Vito so well that Tommy is my favourite character and I just want to marry him. Which is weird because A)Tommy De Vito is a real person not just a character and B) Tommy is a serious ass with a hygeine/gambling/womanising/towel problem. But I still love him. And that is definitely down to Jon’s portrayal. 

So when Jon launched into song and also gave me a serenade/wink…. my fangirl mode got serious. Oh dear lord. Again, this is part of the act. My friends have had the serenade/wink from Tommy/Jon also. It happens in every show. But this time it was me and my cheeks turned redder than anything red. That is for sure. It is a staple part of the show, just as when Lonny used to say ‘My dressing room, two minutes’ back in Rock Of Ages. But it still made me go red. I mean… it’s fricking Jon Boydon. I just pledged for his album. What the hell?!

So I spent the first act of the show in a winky daze. Of course it just got dreamier when Sandy Valli Moffat appeared. There is only so much sexy one girl can take. Jeez. Sandy by the way, in case any of you are interested, is going from strength to strength as alternate Frankie. He is at a level which just blows me away each time. I could listen to his vocals all day. Dreamy. 

Edd Post and Matt Nalton as usual… job well done. Great cast all round. 

The interval came and Jus and I ran straight to the bar. (Jus, what?! This is getting a pattern now. Next time we need to mix it up ….) A malibu and coke later and back we went to the seats. Act 2 in Jersey Boys just killed it. I am telling you, if you haven’t seen Sandy perform Can’t Take My Eyes Off You then what is wrong with you?! You have to. So good. Whenever I see him do that and Working My Way Back To You… all I am thinking is that he needs to do his own gig. He would be such a rock star!! Actually, that isn’t all I am thinking but. Too rude for this blog. 

The guys finished the show off and Who Loves You is always one of my favourites! I think every time I have left that theatre I have been singing that song. Despite the fact Oh What A Night was just played in 20 different ways….. I leave singing Who Loves You. 

We automatically headed for Stage Door after the show. And that is when I realised that I didn’t want to speak to anyone. I just felt strange and yes… I will put it down to the drink. I always make a fool of myself at Stage Door and I was content with the fact that I had just seen an amazing show. I didn’t want to ruin it by acting a fool in front of hot stagey guys. So as Tobey, Jus, Ali, Stephy and I stood there, I was about to walk away. And just sort of…. have a little walk down the street while the others spoke. 

But then Sandy appeared beside me looking glorious and I didn’t even know he had come out, but the others did so that just proves I was a bit dazed. Unfortunately for me, it was too late to walk away…. and then I sort of just stood in a dirty puddle in front of Sandy which was a bit mortifying because he said…. “Mind the puddle” …. but I was already standing in it,. So things just went down hill from there and while the others were all lovely normal sane girls and boys, I started talking about him and Cameron Sharp having a ‘Leg Off’ in their leotards…. told him that Cam had better legs than him (Not true. Sandy wins best legs against anyone actually)  and a whole bunch of absolute crap. It was awful . Most people would just say…’Great show Sandy! You are so awesome and blah blah blah.’ . I on the other hand… talk about remortgaging my house to afford Jersey Boys tickets and something about seeing Michael Watson …. ?! What the hell? Don’t ask people. It was bad. The only thing that consoles me is Sandy has Stage Door chats all the time and will never remember a word I say so. There is a silver lining. 

Although special thanks to Jus who interjected with … “Laura talks a load of shit.” Sandy was smiling/nodding in agreement I think but I am going to pretend that he was nodding about something else. 

Some of you might be wondering why on earth I would want to share all of that when it was clearly horrific for me, but it is my blog. Why break tradition now?! I have had a few people actually comment and say they are reading for the stage door encounters alone so …. there we go. You may all laugh at the puddle shame of it all. I guess the thread here is… I just lost my cool in front of a fit guy. Like I have said before on here, if anybody ever needs me to shut the hell up for a bit, hire Sandy. It works. 

It was so much easier back at Rock Of Ages where I could just hide behind tons of people whenever Sandy walked out and speak to everyone else at Stage Door. It’s not as embarrassing making a twat out of myself in front of Simon, Dan etc….. So after this awful JB stage door experience, I think I’m gonna have to go back to my old ways. Cowering behind people when Sandy walks out while appreciating how nice his dimples are while he talks to other sane people, then pouncing on the cast mates. Definitely easier. 

After a mini meltdown in the form of hugging the pole on the street from heat/drink/exhaustion/embarrassment ….. we headed back to see the girls. 

Everyone had had a great time at their shows. To my surprise , the lovely Sigal came floating into the square looking like a summery Princess. It was so great seeing her, she was gorgeous and friendly as always. 

Before we all had to say our goodbyes, we took pictures and just generally had a great time. We were sitting in the damp muddy grass again eating biscuits. 

I haven’t said much about Sarah yet, because I was saving it til now. She is nuts and brilliant. I adore her. We are boob soul mates. And one of us… probably Sarah, came up with the idea of throwing the biscuits down each others cleavage. Not even sure how that happened. I think I started throwing them in Sarah’s mouth and then it just naturally led on to boobs….. seems logical. I had a low cut top on so it was a lot easier for her to reach the target; 

Please note, no biscuits were harmed during the making of this and very few were wasted because ya know… Sarah likes grassy biscuits and kept eating them after the shots failed. It should also be said that they were mini cookies. Next time we will move on to full sized biscuits but that is pretty hardcore so we have to give it time. 

We knew it was coming, but it was time to go home. It was a gorgeous chilled evening sitting in the square and it was hard saying goodbye, especially to Tanja. It’s not as easy for us to meet up, but we will. 

My fave aussie Jus escorted me back to the station because she is pretty much my baby sitter when in London. She tries to keep me out of trouble but clearly always fails. 

All in all, it was a very odd day. I enjoyed it. And I can’t wait to go back. I will probably go in disguise next time. Thomas who winked at the start of the show sent me some lovely tweets that night and told me he recognized me. Aaaa! I will definitely have to go in disguise. How embarrassing is that?! 

Jersey Boys, Friends, Germany, London, Puddles and Pimms….. it was fun. Let’s do it again soon. 

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