Originally Posted by Lola the cat:
“It is the 10 January 2017, the last performance of Big has just taken place in the Bord Gáis Energy Theatre and I am standing outside the stage door surrounded by squealing women. I was manhandled, or womanhandled I should say by unnamed persons, who may or may not have been of Irish extraction, they even had red bungy cords so I couldn’t escape, I mean who comes to the theatre armed with red bungy cords.
The squealing continues and I am transported back to age 13 watching David Essex and being deafened not by his singing but by, I shall call her Michelle, who was 6 years older, 15cm taller and considerably heavier than me and to cap it off was wearing very scary sparkly green eyeshadow. All I wanted was David to sing Hold Me Close to me, just to me and all I could hear was “David, David I love you” shrieked in my left ear every 30 seconds. You have no idea how traumatised, and deaf, you left me Michelle.
I give myself a proverbial slap and I’m back outside the theatre, someone has made an appearance and the squealing gets louder, although I’m sure I heard someone say “you are a bit sweaty”, but I might have dreamt that. I find a nearby wall and sit on it, I have no idea whether there are any walls outside the theatre but this is my dream so there are! I take refuge by playing with my phone with total concentration, or maybe I’m updating the thread with a running commentary of proceedings, when I sense that someone has sat down next to me and then an arm is placed gently round my shoulders. I turn and look up into a pair of piercing blue eyes that are twinkling with amusement “hello Lola the Cat” says he, “hello back” says I. A conversation then ensues, which is somehow conducted in total privacy, and before too long we are exchanging phone numbers, this is really going to happen – isn’t it, and arranging to meet for lunch the next day before we both fly back to Birmingham, yes somehow we are both on the same flight, the spooky coincidences are just racking up here, when…
…the cat jumped on my head and I woke up.
To be continued in my head…or maybe I fell through a wormhole in space and found myself in a parallel universe and this is really going to happen.”
“It is the 10 January 2017, the last performance of Big has just taken place in the Bord Gáis Energy Theatre and I am standing outside the stage door surrounded by squealing women. I was manhandled, or womanhandled I should say by unnamed persons, who may or may not have been of Irish extraction, they even had red bungy cords so I couldn’t escape, I mean who comes to the theatre armed with red bungy cords.
The squealing continues and I am transported back to age 13 watching David Essex and being deafened not by his singing but by, I shall call her Michelle, who was 6 years older, 15cm taller and considerably heavier than me and to cap it off was wearing very scary sparkly green eyeshadow. All I wanted was David to sing Hold Me Close to me, just to me and all I could hear was “David, David I love you” shrieked in my left ear every 30 seconds. You have no idea how traumatised, and deaf, you left me Michelle.
I give myself a proverbial slap and I’m back outside the theatre, someone has made an appearance and the squealing gets louder, although I’m sure I heard someone say “you are a bit sweaty”, but I might have dreamt that. I find a nearby wall and sit on it, I have no idea whether there are any walls outside the theatre but this is my dream so there are! I take refuge by playing with my phone with total concentration, or maybe I’m updating the thread with a running commentary of proceedings, when I sense that someone has sat down next to me and then an arm is placed gently round my shoulders. I turn and look up into a pair of piercing blue eyes that are twinkling with amusement “hello Lola the Cat” says he, “hello back” says I. A conversation then ensues, which is somehow conducted in total privacy, and before too long we are exchanging phone numbers, this is really going to happen – isn’t it, and arranging to meet for lunch the next day before we both fly back to Birmingham, yes somehow we are both on the same flight, the spooky coincidences are just racking up here, when…
…the cat jumped on my head and I woke up.
To be continued in my head…or maybe I fell through a wormhole in space and found myself in a parallel universe and this is really going to happen.”
Enjoyed that Lola - of course you meant the 7th January 2017 in RL
Lots of stone/cement benches for you to sit on..with room for your curly headed men with blue eyes to sit along-side you on also
- a good few red poles too (just outside the theatre entrance.Dream on and Dream BIG
