See, me and big fella have had tickets for this show since May, and since it's been over a year since I've seen the lovely Tom D and the boys, I was dead excited. Anyway, come Wednesday, and me and little man have picked up some sort of stomach bug and by Friday I don't think I'm going to make it to London - I'm gutted.
So, a few tears later, and a "talk" by big fella, I decide I can't miss out on this, so, I slip a few carrier bags in my bag (incase of accident!) and we board the train to the big smoke. OK, so London's only fifty odd minutes away from me so I thought it wouldn't be too bad, except I forgot it was Bank Holiday weekend and the train was heaving, we couldn't get a seat and had to stand all the way, and to top it off, there were a bunch of drunken blokes travelling down from Wigan doing the Arctic Monkeys version of (get this) Girl's Aloud's Love Machine! Totally shocking!
Anyway, that aside, it was really great to be back in London, because I do love it there, it's like lots of little cities in one (Covent Garden and Camden being my personal favourites), and no matter how often I go there, I never tire of it, well, OK, my feet get tired, but that's all.
We get off the tube at Tottenham Court Road and round the corner we're confronted with a long line of EMO's hanging about outside the Astoria, and since neither me or big fella fit this "label", we head towards Leicester Square for some grub. Yeah, OK, so Pizza Hut isn't the most innovative ofplaces to go since we've got hundredes of gorgeous cafe bars and restaurants in front of us, but honest, this dodgy belly is leading my life at the moment (it really was a stunning pizza though - veggie supreme on an Italian base - yum).
After food, we drifted around Covent Garden - Momouth Street (drooling over the sexy Coco de Mer and uber cool designer Orla Kiely), nudging Big Fella's arm as we pass the Covent Garden Hotel hoping he might treat us one day(!). We then stroll through part of China Town, touching the outskirts of Soho before we think we should head back for the concert. London is amazing like this, it's dusk, people are bustling on their way to a night out, and I'm so happy I decided to take a chance and come along (and so far, no probs with the belly!)
Fair play to Tom Delonge, he is not a man to be rushed, to our detriment, because there is sweat dripping off the ceiling of the Astoria. It's sold out and it's bloody heaving. There's a few unsavoury smells floating about and alot of over zealous TD fans, not to mention some out right odd looking folk who don't really seem to know why they're here or who AVA are. Big Fella is gagging for a beer but can't face chopping through the hideous fragrances to get to the bar.
My personal favourite was a brill version of "Good Day". I love the album version anyway, and I hold it dear to my heart because it was the song that helped inspire me to write "A Love that Makes Life Drunk" - if you're interested, listen to the lyrics, they're amazing.
So without boring you anymore, because I really am a big fan, the show was an Athem as always wherever Tom Delonge is concerened, he's a master front man with a hell of a lot of charisma, which is I guess why he is, where he is - but him aside for a mo, cus I hate it when the front person steals the entire light, so hands together for the rest of the band, because I honestly believe if it wasn't for them, Tom D would not have got over alot of his Blink 182 "issues" - right, so there we go - but rest assured, I am tuning in to BBC Three tonight for the Reading and Leeds Festival highlights, just to catch a sneaky glimpse of that 6ft 4 inch frame again!
On a quick note, me and Big Fella upgraded to First Class on the train home - such luxury, especially as I got to tuck into a stunning (OK it was late by now) cheese Ploughman's sandwich and Diet Coke, and thumbs up to the lovely lady who spared us a thought when it came to paying for our tickets. Cheers. K.