Firstborn had tickets for a gig at Chapel in Leeds on Saturday night. Me and ghostbusting mate offered to drop her and her pal off. Website said doors open at 7pm, however, the ticket said 7:30pm. We had one of those Escape Rooms booked for 7:15pm in Armley, so had to leave them both outside the venue. #parenting dilemmas
Abandoning two 15-year-old girls outside a club in the hub of studentville in Leeds on a Saturday during Freshers’ Week. What could possibly go wrong here?
Coughing up £20 for soft drinks & merch I reluctantly left them there with strict instructions to ring me or her dad if it got shady or anything went tits up.
Never done an Escape Room before. Wasn’t sure what to expect so I just followed Linda’s lead as she’s done quite a few. It was a zombie apocalypse theme. Lots of maths/algebra type problems to solve. We did ok but spent too long flicking switches unnecessarily so we failed to get out within the 60 minutes.
Next it was time for the main event of the evening. Stalking our comedy heroes.
Having joked about going to the stage door at the end of the League of Gentlemen Live in Manchester, but not actually bothering. We then discovered that they did do stage door autograph signings, so decided to lurk about at the stage door at Leeds Arena where they were playing on Saturday.
And lurk about we did. Having chatted up one of the security birds outside, who could have been straight outta Vasey herself TBH, we were assured that they would be coming out but the show wasn’t due to finish until later than we thought. Had a bit of another parenting dilemma, as we had to go and collect the offspring from the gig. The fates were on our side though, the gods of stalking favoured us because the daughter’s gig was also running late.
I had felt rather like a massive geek, hanging about to bother a bunch of professional actors. I also questioned the security of the situation. We could have been anyone hanging over the railings with a handbag full of semtex and bulldog clips and a grudge or extremist religious view.
However once the genuine audience had left the building and some of them also made their way to the stage door, I felt slightly less of a spod. Not compared to the Annie Wilkes posse behind us – “I’m your number 1 fan Mister Man!” #slightlyscary
Quite a few fans had gathered at this stage but we were not going to relinquish our spot even if it meant getting dry-humped by a stranger.
There was a comedy ‘life imitating art’ moment with Ted Robbins when he came out and only about 2 people could remember his name. Bless him.
I learned that I look rather too manic in the picture with Steve Pemberton, who is, as we speak, probably filing a restraining order. I discovered that Mark Gatiss and I look as though we may well be related (Cousin Gus is that you?) and that Reece Shearsmith is only my height.
To everyone’s joy, Jeremy Dyson was there too. We also, much to our amazement and amusement, learned that the anecdote that chap at the ASSAP seminar the other week told us about him helping break a naked Reece free from a locked hotel room, wasn’t a tall tale at all – that shit actually happened! We know this because Linda asked the man himself and he confirmed it was true! Blow me! I’m sorry I ever doubted you CJ. Not a crazy Alan Partridge type fan after all. (And for the record, I passed on the message about you having some books for him).
Our brief brush with brilliance over and most definitely worth the wait (yup… I am a geek) we hustled uptown to collect the girls who were by now waiting outside the venue at 10:45 on a Saturday night in Leeds! Finding them unscathed, sober, safe and un-molested we headed to the car and set off home after a weird but entertaining evening.
Not sure what we are going to get up to next although we are still hoping to urban explore (i.e. break into) the abandoned Camelot theme park.
Think the older I get in body, the more immature I get in mind and the more I want to do stupid stuff.
Live. Love, Laugh.