after the first visit to TFI, which I enjoyed so much, I just had to go back.
After speaking to Stephen Joel the first time, and finding out he didn't put
my name down, as promised, I thought I'd better phone someone else this time.
So I phoned Will McDonald, and left him a message. A couple of days later,
I got a call back from Sinead Oldnall. Thanks for passing my details on Will.
You're a star! So having spoke to Sinead, I had two tickets for Friday 27th
March 1998. So it was just me and Jay this time.
the 27th, it was the same routine as last time; catch an early train to London,
get a few pints in, and then head off to the studio, via Cedric's Odd Spot
cafe for a bit of lunch.
at the studio just after 4pm. Joined the guest queue, which took ages to start
moving. While we were queing, Will walks past. So I finally get to do something
I've wanted to do for years. I pointed my finger at him and said "Wiiiiiiilll"!
Great! When we got in, I gave my name to the lady on the desk. She said she
was Sinead, and defintely knew my name; she obviously rememberd me from the
phone calls. She gave me two tickets, and said she was going to put us on
the gantry. Cool! How amazing is that? I'll get to see the whole studio area,
as well as the guests as they walk past.
4:45, we made our way into the studio - up the steps, and onto the gantry.
The staff kept shuffling us around, to get the line up of punters right. And
the warm up man starts, with exactly the same crappy gags that he did last
time. After a while, Sinead comes up the stairs, and says she needs some more
people to fill up the bar. Cool! Here's my chance! Females only. Blast! Why?
So she starts giving people the wristbands needed to go in the bar. After
moving 4 or 5 women in, she says she needs 2 more people. So I'm thinking,
"Come on! Please! Please!!!!" So she looks at me, and says, "Come on! You
and your mate!" BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!
getting a wristband put on, and being gestured into the bar. In the bar, it's
time to get a free drink. Cool! Oh and yes, Andrew really does serve drinks!
So I'm supping a free pint, in the TFI Friday bar, and listening to Danny
on the mike, telling us to concentrate on cheering and making noise, rather
than on our pints!
starts. Everyone seems quite disorganised. The crew seem to be having meetings
around Chris's desk, even while the opening titles are rolling. Never mind,
everything went well!
to report? Well how about John Revell confessing during one of the ad breaks,
that he can't really play heavy metal guitar. No way Johnny! Never! Something
else quite strange - the show's heavy metal theme. John plays into and out
of the ad breaks with heavy metal, but during the breaks it's his usual 70's
the ad breaks, Chris was seen taking a fag off someone, having a crafty drag
or two, then handing it back to whoever he took it from!!!
noticed, throughout all off the show, Danny Baker was looking at me, almost
all the time. What's that all about then Dan?
Gary Lineker's interview, Gary takes his shoe and sock off, to show his "injured"
toe. Someone behind me shouted out "What's that smell?" But the microphones
didn't pick it up.
shake Jimmy Page's hand (I'm not worthy!) on his way into the bar. After the
show, got to shake Chris's hand (I'm not worthy!) just before he disappeared!
Then we were walking up the bar to take a look at Chris's desk, and who asked
me and Jay to excuse him, as he was pushing past us? None other than Will!
I'm not worthy!
the show, the production team are starting to dismantle the equipment. The
punters in the bar are still drinking merrily. Andrew the barman is sitting
in Chris's chair, talking to the fans. Gary Lineker is drilling a hole in
the desk. Paul from the Full Monty is being encouraged by numerous women to
get his kit off. And I'm still in disbelief that I'm actually here!
good things must come to an end, and about 6:15, it did. Security asked
us to sup up, and make our way out of the studio. So it's out of the bar,
down the stairs, through the basement and into the Riverside Bar for post-show
drinks. None of the guests came through the bar during the time I was
there. So sadly no photo's or anything. I guess we needed Jeremy here
for someone to start taking the piss out of!
mind, a good night boozing in and around Leicester square followed.
Big thanks to Nick
from Unofficial, Unofficial Ginger for getting me the TV pics again!