The (McFly) Walk Of Shame

You know when somebody tells you not to do something but you do it anyway because at the time it just seems like the most hilarious thing ever? Well today is a clear example of this.

McFly were in town and at a local radio station and obviously if you know me, or follow my blogs you could probably have predicted I would be there getting my stalk on! Some lucky bitches were “randomly selected” on Twitter to go into the station to watch an exclusive acoustic set (randomly selected clearly meaning opened their legs for the guy at reception) whilst the 50+ other fans just chilled outside around the front entrance waiting for the band to leave. My blagging skills were surprisingly unsuccessful as I offered the security chap on the door a swig of my Vodka if he let me in. Determined not to give up I then proceeded to ask him what course of action would be taken if I was to simply ignore his authority and run past him and up the stairs into the studio. He said “don’t do that” and locked the door. Now seeing this as a challenge I decided it’d be fun to do exactly what he just asked me so sternly not to! We eagerly hovered around the locked door waiting for somebody to leave so we could catch it just before the lock caught and put our carefully crafted plan of WHEN THE DOOR OPENS RUN THE FUCK UP THE STAIRS into action. And that’s exactly what we did! As the building is predominantly made of glass our mission was perfectly visible to each and every sad little deprived fan outside in the cold who watched in excitement to see if we could physically manage to cross the line of “cold fans on the street who aren’t allowed in” to “lucky fans that were allowed in” and make it all the way up the stairs and into the acoustic set!!  The clock hit 12 as we entered the room, and if looks could kill then we’d all of been doomed…. as Pat, the elderly lady shouted from the reception “you’re not allowed up there!!” as we darted across the corridor towards the bottom of the stairs. I distinctly remember it had just hit 12 as we’d just partook in a TWELVE O’CLOCK SHOT of straight Vodka, which lets be honest, provided me with the false sense of confidence and adrenaline needed to carry out such a mission. We finally reached the second floor and headed over to the window and waved down at our fellow working class acquaintances we’d just departed in a bid to cross the division of class between the opposing groups of fans and finally come together as one. Just as our buddy Jesus once wanted… before he was nailed to a cross by some Jews …or killed by some none Jews for being a Jew… or something along them lines. My knowledge of Jesus isn’t too precise but I imagine this is what the good man would have wanted. HOWEVER! Before we made it to the studio door the security caught up with us and escorted us out. Slightly embarrassed at having the walk of shame back outside to the crowd of on-lookers I still found it hilarious and vowed to do it again. And around 10 minutes later when someone left and the door was open that’s exactly what I did! This time however we only made it to the first floor and more security chucked us out and politely asked us to stop doing it with a smile on his face. Heroes to the fans outside and laughing stocks to the fans inside we returned back to the cold and redeemed our rightful place in society.

I did however then get the train over to Liverpool to the next Radio station McFly were hittin up and successfully managed to get into the acoustic performance this time (thanks to the girls) and to be honest, it wasn’t worth all the hassle.

Joking, I love McFly. If you’d like to see a selection of photos of Myself and McFly from this truly adventurous day then check out www.facebook.com/joshuafox