moonii goes to the Robbie William’s Dublin gig 2012 (part 3)

He raised his hands and silently shhhhooshed us…
He raised his hands and silently shhhhooshed us…

Scosha and I nestled ourselves in behind Scrummy and Carnspindle and we all exchanged various bits of information about who, from our group, was where and doing what.

Our attention was brought back to where we were standing in Brown Thomas, by a flurry of movement, as security men, dressed in smart dark coloured suits, took their places along the roped off area.  We peered expectantly down the walkway at the huddle of highly preened men and women (the beautiful people) who were clearly on tender hooks awaiting the arrival of our man.  After we scanned their faces once again, we relaxed – clearly Rob’s arrival wasn’t imminent.

I stood on tiptoes so I could see over the heads of the lines of fans and was taken aback by the length of the line – I dropped back down and pushed any feelings of panic about being at the front of a crowd out of my head.

Jane and Scrummy were going through a bag of goodies they’d brought with them: several bags of chocolate Minstrels and two very clearly ‘printed’ banners – I avoided eye contact with Scosha at this point!!!!   Jane also had a very impressive looking camera round her neck.

The crowd of fans now stretched back to the entrance of the men’s clothing area.  Dropping down from tiptoes again I commented about the length of the line…

How did you know which walkway to stand by?

Scrummy and Jane looked at me blankly… what do you mean?

A sudden chill went through me… didn’t they know about the ‘other’ walkway OMG!

I pointed to the right… down there, there’s another group of fans!

A flash of panic went over everyone’s face and several other fans stood on tiptoe to see what I was going on about.  Jane took a look and quickly dropped back down…

Moonii they’re not another set of fans, they’re us – that’s a bleeding mirror!

Much relieved laughter followed – though I did take one more look to make certain.  Sure enough someone looking exactly like me (but with wilder hair) was looking disbelievingly back down the line at me!  I gave her a quick scowl and settled back into my place behind Scrummy.

Tap, tap… excuse me… tap, tap… I looked round awkwardly and was confronted by a rather impressive zoom lens.

The lens spoke… Would you mind to exchange place with me, I’m a photographer and want to get a good shot – I’ll let you have a copy of photo.  Err did I look like I was born yesterday?  I didn’t actually need to answer before he’d moved on to Scosha with the same request.  No idea where in the world he came from, but he wasn’t getting our places – mind you it was brave of him to ask!

The group of young girlies at the back started up another lairy version of Angels… doooown the watar falllllll where evar it may taaaake meeeee… … …  I silently groaned – seriously ‘it’ couldn’t take them soon enough for my liking, bless them… then it occurred to me, that back-in-the-day, that might’ve been me and the thought made me smile.

The huddle of ‘beautiful people’ suddenly got into formation and the security men snapped to attention.  For a split second we all held our breath and froze, waiting for a sign of confirmation… the ‘beautiful people’ shuffled forward and we heard a murmur of voices, then we heard some nervous laughter and then through the murmurs we heard the tone of a voice, a warm familiar voice, The Voice we’d all been standing there waiting for.

Several things happened simultaneously… the foreign photographer leaned forward and for a split second used Scosha’s head as a tripod – I never saw what she did to him, but I wasn’t aware of his zoom lens from that moment on… the girlies screamed as if their very lives depended on it, which caused two security guards to snapped round to checkout the situation… the three OAPs were squashed together and seemed to merge into one body… and in the middle of all this chaos I stood completely and utterly still and waited, waited quietly, but determinedly for Rob to finish the round of meet and greets with the ‘beautiful people’, waited totally focused on the walkway, my heart beating so hard I felt I had to hold my hand against it – to stop it pounding it’s way out of my chest… waited until he was free to come over and stand literally the other side of the roped off barrier from where we stood.

I hadn’t been this close to him since 1997.  There was a clamour of voices calling his name, trying to gain his attention… I stood quietly… I saw him scan our faces and then scan the banners – quick as you like – I could see him making a decision… I stood quietly, now totally unable to control the grin on my face.  He raised his hands and silently shhhhooshed us… the clamour of voices died down to a level where we could hear him speak.


moonii goes to the Robbie William’s Dublin gig 2012 (part 2)

“Scos_ _ & mooMii” Julie B reads out loud “MOOMII!”
“Scos_ _ & mooMii” Julie B read out loud “MOOMII!”

Thinking back, it was the strangest thing meeting up with The Friendlies.  Although I’d never met any of them, they didn’t feel like strangers.  We hugged like we were old friends who hadn’t seen each other for years – one of those hugs that speak more than words!  All weekend there were squeals of recognition, as we spotted each other in the crowds – yep we all resembled our avatars!  OMG we’re here, OMG we’ve met – after all this time and OMG we’re going to see him!

Hold on, I’m getting ahead of myself…

After I found the right burger bar (I must have pasted AussieSally) and met Scosha and Julie B (who I was sharing a room with), we grabbed a quick burger meal before heading back to the hotel.  There we had a few drinks and set about creating our banner.

Okay, you write your name there and I’ll write mine here.  I concentrated hard – in between the odd slurp of pear cider…

Someone’s mobile rings:

…. Yer, we’re all here, no we’re just doing our banner… pause…

(moonii meanwhile was concentrating hard and colouring in… slurp)

… No, Julie B is gonna get in the queue first thing and we’re going along later, cos we’re seated… pause…

(moonii still concentrating hard and slurp… colouring in… slurp)

“Scos_ _ & mooMii” Julie B read out loud “MOOMII!”

WHAT!            FFS!           MOOMII!

Cue howls of laughter from Julie B and a look of complete horror from me!

… No, we’re not laughing at you, it’s moonii, yep, she’s spelt her bleeding name wrong on the banner…

Later, after a correction of sorts had been applied to the banner and we’d all convinced ourselves it was ‘fine’, we called it a night and tried to get some sleep before the ‘big day’.

Two dull lights glowed from either side of the room:

Hissed whisper… moonii’s just posted on our fb page and you’re here in the same room!

Giggling whisper back… I know, it’s too weird!

Rainforest noise increasing in volume – oh nooo surely not!

Much stabbing at the Snooze button… … …

Yep, and again… … no wonder it’s in danger of becoming extinct!

Bleary eyes suddenly realised where they were and snapped open – Dublin, Friday 14th September 2012 OMFG!

Ignoring the freezing cold shower, shallow baths were run, the selection of Robbie outfits discussed and bags packed.

Mobile rings:

Hallo?  Yep, we’re just heading for breakfast… pause

(It’s Scrummymummy in a car with Carnspindle – on their way to Brown Thomas to see Rob)

Oh, okay, wait I’ll check…

In the end Julie B decided her best bet was still to go and get in the O2 queue asap.  Scosha and I were being picked up by her friend, who was the angel giving me a roof over my head, for my remaining stay in Dublin.  It was this angel who said we’re only a couple of streets away, so why not go to Brown Thomas and with that she drove us over there.

Suddenly, I found myself being ‘one of those fans’ who turns up at one of those events!  I suddenly felt too tall and too self-conscious for words.

Mobile rings:

Hissed whisper in a secret agent voice… Yep, yep, we’re here… No, no, we can’t see anything…

Well, that was because we were in the wrong bleeding Brown Thomas!  Not conspicuous at all then.  Me in a VERY pink T-shirt and mad hair – yep I fitted right in with all the lovely clobber!

A mad dash later we found Scrummy and Carnspindle at the front of a roped off area, stood beside three OAPs who were hoping Daniel O’Donnel was gonna make an appearance!  More hugs and OMGing!

moonii goes to the Robbie William’s Dublin gig 2012 (part 1)

No, the other end (oh LOWER O’Connell Street) by the statue of the Angels.
No, the other end (oh LOWER O’Connell Street) by the statue of the Angels.

I wasn’t lucky in the ticket ballot, such a huge disappointment.  To begin with very few friendlies were lucky and we all began to wonder who exactly were getting those tickets.  Then one by one someone else got lucky.  It was so hard not getting a ticket.  It had happened before, I hadn’t got tickets for his RAH concert, but for some reason this had got to me – at one point I shutdown my laptap, took myself for a walk on the beach to clear my head and to take a break from it all.  It helped and I was fine.

So, I was back to chatting with friendlies in the fans facebook group and at the tables, on Robbie Williams Fun Poker.  I’m one of the night owls (NO) who are up late and so when a fellow NO popped up in a chat box I didn’t think anything of it.  Then she offered me a Golden Willy Wonky Ticket to the Dublin gig!  OMFG!   And what did I do… I said no.  NO.  I couldn’t possibly go to DUBLIN.  Too far – would cost too much money. Nope.  Think about it and let me know by tomorrow.

I texted my mum.  Take the ticket – GO!  came the reply.  So, I went!

Mum and I spent the next afternoon booking the flight to Dublin, giggling away like a couple of teenagers.  There was a moments panic when I discovered my passport was out, but I was able to travel on my driving license.  Suddenly, there I was going, one of the lucky ones.  I couldn’t believe it – this kind of thing doesn’t happen to me, but it had and I was a +1.

My sister phoned:

So, which part of Dublin are you going to… er, I don’t know.

What’s the name of the hotel you’re staying at… er, I don’t know that either.

Ticket?  Nope.

So, just to be clear, I had a return flight to somewhere I’d never been to, to meet someone I’d never met and didn’t even know where I was supposed to meet her anyway – cos she hadn’t been there either.  Fine, no worries then.  The strange thing was I wasn’t worried at all!

On Thursday (the day before the gig) I set off for Gatwick airport.  The whole journey went like clockwork.  All the way I bobbed along in a bubble, with a constant grin on my face and Rob’s set-list playing, on a loop, in my ears.  Before I knew it I was standing at a bus stop, waiting for a bus to Dublin town centre.


Take the 747 bus and get off at the top O’Connell Street – we’re outside the burger bar there.

Okay, for a start it was either upper or lower and there are many MANY burger bars on O’Connell Street.  Found the cinema, passed 3 burger bars, no friendlies.


I’m at Upper O’Connell street by the cinema…

No, the other end (oh LOWER O’Connell Street) by the statue of the Angels.

Haha, Angels, yep, yep, where else would Robbie fans be standing!

So, I dragged my (thankfully) little case down to lower O’Connell Street and there I spotted Scosha.

Cue much shrieking, hugging and OMFGing!

Hello land of blog!

I should probably address the reason for choosing my name – maybe sometime I will…

I’ve kept a journal for many years now and have enjoyed filling it with the different events in my life.  However it occurred to me that I could share some these events in my life via a blog.

I enjoy live music and so expect some accounts of small gigs, concerts and festivals to be included on a fairly regular basis.  However, be warned I am a big TT and Robbie Williams fan and I’ll make no apology for that.

My other love is my artwork.  My medium is coloured pencils and I’ll be sharing some of my work here as well.