*warning gig review-ish* *Look away now if you don't want to see the result........* Well what a superbly totally amazing, outrageously magnificent, sublimey peachified, spectacularly minted day. Yet again, it was fantastic meeting all the chaps, and indeed chappesses, from the list (who were there). But what can be said to explain the way it felt when those famous first words were uttered by Carl. I, like mostly everyone, was overcome with emotion. Total strangers met as if long lost friends. Total strangers left best mates. A pre-match chorus of " Duncan, Duncan Ferguson" with some of the local lads was just the tip of the ice-berg. Very friendly women hankering after my hat, gagging for it so they were. despite my best eyes, the women behind the merchandise counter wouldnt relent and put stuff aside for us...although had i a few more minutes i might just have succeded. As one said to me "If we were in a pub I'd buy you a drink for that, but I just can't keep anything aside for you." Seizing the moment, the small group, seperated from the others, made their way in to the arena...Bob weighed down with a bag stuffed full of kit, including some of mine (cheers mate) myself and Peter held an impromtu campaign drive for Fred. Photos were taken of the group of Pro-Fred party members (if they turned out lads, I'd love a copy if poss). Then, out of the nutty yonder came craig and we were to be reunited with the rest of the party, right at the front. Just who was the lad in the white jumper? Who knows, but that didnt matter, Madness were in the house and we were all as one. Why did it seem that women always wanted my hat? Some lassie kept taking my hat off , but I didnt mind- it ment my head got a chance to cool down. The two local girls to my left were having just as much fun. Throughout the set, I was on a high, slaps on the back and hugs of joy to those nearest me, a hitch up on the back of Iain (although the kill-joy stewards stopped that). Sadly all good things must come to an end, as suggs said, and I couldnt beleive it was nearing its conclusion. Adele quickly telling us that more was to come made me feel all the better. At the end, the lights went up, more reassuring hugs, handshakes and slaps on the back, and look, theres that guy in the white jumper, we hugged and danced our nutty dance as if we were best buds. For some, the night was just young, for myself craig Iain and MrG, it was nearing an end. Quietly and carefully yet hurriedly climbing up the stairs of the B&B to the room, crashing out, and eventually getting to sleep (although the rest of the building probably couldnt). On the road up, an extra forty winks went towards the recharging of our batteries, as we prepare to do it all again, travelling the scandal that is the british railway system down to london wednesday night, in good time for the last date of the tour in wembley, where no-doubt we will find more long-lost friends and new best mates. To those going, look forward to seeing you all. To those in Newcastle last night, all the best, see you all soon............................... Stoo. Next time I'll have the Indian. - ______________________________________________________________ Visit the Total Madness Mailing List website for: latest news, madmeet info, list charter, games, and more ... http://members.xoom.com/totalmadmail/ Contact the TMML Moderators at: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] and in the message body put: unsubscribe total-madness
