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Jan. 18th, 2008 11:33 pm
Yesterday morning, absolutely everyone at the office had just two things to say to me - "Are you going to Liverpool?" and "Were you one of the people invading the pitch?"
Of course, I couldn't resist wearing my Hawks shirt to my mother's annual skittles last night. When Charis and her 9-year-old daughter Alex arrived, Charis and I said hello to each other and hugged, then I said hello to Alex ... whose first words to me were "My daddy doesn't like you."
I get on fine with Paul and we've been to a rugby league game together, so that was a bolt from the blue. "Why not?"
"Because you don't support Pompey." She'd been looking straight at my Hawks shirt.
A few minutes later, when Charis was preparing food in the kitchen, I told her about that little exchange and asked if Paul had been bad-mouthing me. Charis laughed. "No, that's just Alex."
Arrived in the unit this morning to hear a rumour from Phil, courtesy of Radio Solent, that the Liverpool tickets were due to go on sale at 10 am. Every hour, on my mini-break, I bombed down to the coffee lounge to check the club website. There was no news until noon, when it was announced that the tickets were on sale now.
So from work I got off the bus at Fareham train station. There wasn't a Havant train due for 10 minutes. Most of my shift I'd been getting answering machines or no reply, so the time then had dragged, but not half as much as those 10 minutes waiting for the train. They felt like an eternity. Worse, the train was two minutes late.
At last I reached Havant station where I jumped straight in a taxi and said "Havant & Waterlooville football ground." The driver was full of how at lunchtime the HawkSupport away travel had already had 5 coaches booked full. In the club office, there were just 4 people in front of me in the queue, and still loads of tickets on the table. Got mine without a hitch.
Went to the New Theatre Royal this evening to see Oddsocks' production of A Christmas Carol. It was weird seeing the big Christmas tree in the foyer and another one in the bar! I'd arrived quite early so was hanging around on the balcony when Aussie and Carol came over and said "Fancy seeing you here!" They asked if I'd ever seen Oddsocks before.
"I've never heard of them. I just bought a ticket after seeing the flyer."
"Oh!" Carol exclaimed. "We go to all their shows. You are in for a treat. They do Shakespeare as well, they're hilarious."
Aussie and Carol invited me to join them and several of their family for a drink. I told them I'd got my Liverpool ticket, so Aussie revealed he'd been at the Swansea replay! "How many are you going to beat Liverpool by?" Carol's aunt asked me... We all talked about Eurovision, and they filled me in a bit more about Oddsocks, until it was time to go in. I was in the stalls, they were in the dress circle; soon after I'd taken my seat, I saw Carol waving to me from overhead.
When we went in, the troupe, in Victorian garb, were on the stage playing Christmas carols on a mandolin, guitar, flute and a banjo. After a few tunes, the company "introduced" themselves - they announced each other with names like Joe King and Ophelia Muscles and made introductory speeches replete with gags. Mark Thyme, playing Scrooge, told the audience to greet his every "Bah! Humbug!" with a loud "Boo! Hiss!" He explained "There's nothing I like more at Christmas than a load of boos and a long hiss after"... The show was highly amusing. Mostly a faithful telling of the Dickens tale, the 5 cast members, playing 37 characters between them, peppered it with some visual and verbal gags throughout, complete with revolving sets, more energetic carol-playing, the Spirit of Christmas Present as a 20 foot papier mâché figure with a Scottish accent, plenty of audience participation, and Tiny Tim getting dropped all over the shop and bashed into door frames...
Of course, I couldn't resist wearing my Hawks shirt to my mother's annual skittles last night. When Charis and her 9-year-old daughter Alex arrived, Charis and I said hello to each other and hugged, then I said hello to Alex ... whose first words to me were "My daddy doesn't like you."
I get on fine with Paul and we've been to a rugby league game together, so that was a bolt from the blue. "Why not?"
"Because you don't support Pompey." She'd been looking straight at my Hawks shirt.
A few minutes later, when Charis was preparing food in the kitchen, I told her about that little exchange and asked if Paul had been bad-mouthing me. Charis laughed. "No, that's just Alex."
Arrived in the unit this morning to hear a rumour from Phil, courtesy of Radio Solent, that the Liverpool tickets were due to go on sale at 10 am. Every hour, on my mini-break, I bombed down to the coffee lounge to check the club website. There was no news until noon, when it was announced that the tickets were on sale now.
So from work I got off the bus at Fareham train station. There wasn't a Havant train due for 10 minutes. Most of my shift I'd been getting answering machines or no reply, so the time then had dragged, but not half as much as those 10 minutes waiting for the train. They felt like an eternity. Worse, the train was two minutes late.
At last I reached Havant station where I jumped straight in a taxi and said "Havant & Waterlooville football ground." The driver was full of how at lunchtime the HawkSupport away travel had already had 5 coaches booked full. In the club office, there were just 4 people in front of me in the queue, and still loads of tickets on the table. Got mine without a hitch.
Went to the New Theatre Royal this evening to see Oddsocks' production of A Christmas Carol. It was weird seeing the big Christmas tree in the foyer and another one in the bar! I'd arrived quite early so was hanging around on the balcony when Aussie and Carol came over and said "Fancy seeing you here!" They asked if I'd ever seen Oddsocks before.
"I've never heard of them. I just bought a ticket after seeing the flyer."
"Oh!" Carol exclaimed. "We go to all their shows. You are in for a treat. They do Shakespeare as well, they're hilarious."
Aussie and Carol invited me to join them and several of their family for a drink. I told them I'd got my Liverpool ticket, so Aussie revealed he'd been at the Swansea replay! "How many are you going to beat Liverpool by?" Carol's aunt asked me... We all talked about Eurovision, and they filled me in a bit more about Oddsocks, until it was time to go in. I was in the stalls, they were in the dress circle; soon after I'd taken my seat, I saw Carol waving to me from overhead.
When we went in, the troupe, in Victorian garb, were on the stage playing Christmas carols on a mandolin, guitar, flute and a banjo. After a few tunes, the company "introduced" themselves - they announced each other with names like Joe King and Ophelia Muscles and made introductory speeches replete with gags. Mark Thyme, playing Scrooge, told the audience to greet his every "Bah! Humbug!" with a loud "Boo! Hiss!" He explained "There's nothing I like more at Christmas than a load of boos and a long hiss after"... The show was highly amusing. Mostly a faithful telling of the Dickens tale, the 5 cast members, playing 37 characters between them, peppered it with some visual and verbal gags throughout, complete with revolving sets, more energetic carol-playing, the Spirit of Christmas Present as a 20 foot papier mâché figure with a Scottish accent, plenty of audience participation, and Tiny Tim getting dropped all over the shop and bashed into door frames...
