Drunk Mcfly > Not Drunk Mcfly

Yesterday I hit up one the radio stations Mcfly were at plugging their new single. It’s been well over a year since Mcfly have really done anything like this in England, and the question on most people’s lips were; after such a long break and a completely new sound are they still going to pull in big crowds there known for? This question was immediately dismissed upon arrival, there were FUCKING LOADS. We soon got down to some serious drinking and by the time Mcfly arrived we were somewhat tipsy. When they got out the car things got hectic and hundreds of people were on them faster than a tramp on a sandwich. To be honest, I didn’t really know what was happening, I was just in the middle of the crowd, being pushed, shoved and trampled in every direction trying my best not to spill my pint. Shit was so crazy they couldn’t even make the 100 metre walk to the station and took refuge in a small bar on the corner, similar to Mary all those years ago on that starry night in Bethlehem; however this time people were baring gay porn magazines with Mcfly on the cover rather than gold, frankincense and myrrh. The doors shut and everyone surged over into that direction as they allowed fans in a few at a time to briefly meet them and then leave via the back. By this point I didn’t even care about meeting them, I just wanted another drink so powered through the crowd and sat in the corner of the bar watching as the overexcited fans cried, screamed and danced into the bar 1 by 1 in complete awe to be so close to their heroes.

Later on as Mcfly left, we carried on with what we started in Wigan by lying on the road as they try to drive off. This time we had more people, a bigger crowd watching and lasted considerably longer before being moved on. So much fun. As the band left we were still drunk and restless so headed up to their hotel for more drinks. This plan soon failed when we seen the price of drinks in the hotel and opted for the free tap water, with a splash of lemon. It wasn’t the best beverage I’ve ever had if I’m honest with you, but it was free so I won’t complain (it was shit). As this was a 5 star, well respected, upper-class establishment we kind of stuck out, and were receiving some very unfriendly looks from staff and guests. It was like they didn’t want drunken teenagers coming in requesting free drinks and singing and shouting at the top of their voices disturbing the peace! Not wanting to go home yet, me and Coral took the party to the outdoor bar, and was quite shocked to discover some equally as drunk and rowdy men in the corner. These men were named Harry and Danny. With them being equally as intoxicated as us it provided quite interesting conversation, especially when I told Harry how I used to stand outside his house, he didn’t believe me till I quoted the address to him. The conversation then moved to “did Tom take steroids?” he denied and then told me to join the gym and gave me fitness advice. I do have my suspicions still, Tom went from average guy to THE HULK pretty much overnight and I’m not gonna lie, I’M BLOODY JEALOUS. I asked Tom directly “DID YOU TAKE STEROIDS?” previously in the day and he also denied, I guess I should just drop my suspicions and take their advice and go to the gym. OR somehow obtain a urine sample, run it to the labs, prove my theory correct and tell the world!! …then find out who his supplier is and get some of that shit.

It was nice to meet them away from the usual rush and screams of “AUTOGRAPH” “PICTURE” “SIGN MY TITS” and just chat away and relax. Discovered me and Harry like all the same music and dislike all the same people and Danny is impressed by fisheye lenses.

PS: Was so nice seeing all the Mcfly crew again, sorry to the old women’s boat we decided to climb aboard, HIGH 5 to everyone who lay down on the road with us and gutted Dougie couldn’t be there, hope he’s okay.

Also check out my previous blogs; “Mcfly – The reunion” and “Mcfly – Sleeping on the streets, death threats and hardcore stalking”