I unfortunately got royally pissed and am having difficulty remembering details of the gig. I know I enjoyed it immensely, but am waiting for an audio or video download to surface in order to refresh my memory somewhat.
Sorry I didn't make it to the Talbot. I had to meet up with a London mate, and he was typically delayed. I forgot to check exactly where the Talbot was, and when we made it to Hyde Park at about 3:30 we asked someone where the Talbot was, and they directed us to a pub which turned out to be the Tyburn. Alas, and obviously, there were no Queenzoners there (to my knowledge), and instead me and my friend were accosted by a mad Paul Rodgers fan who insisted she was a demon at Bullseye on the quiz machine, but in reality was an ageing hippy with a penchant for pressing her ample bosom into my neck.
We entered the throng midway through Razorlight's set, with ridiculous ease, getting right to the edge of the catwalk (left hand side) and about 12 people back. There was absolutely no need to queue early or anything like that. I've never been to a gig where it was so easy to get so close.
But due to copious amounts of cider followed by vodka, I am unable to objectively critique the performance, which I actually think is a good thing.
Ultimately, I had a fantastic night. Despite my massive love for Queen, I'm sure that had I remained sober I would have spent the entire night stroking my chin at the cheesiness of Bri, Rog and Paul, overanalysing everything they did, confirming my doubts of the whole venture.
But thanks to my good friend alcohol I was able to sink below such higher-minded activities and sing and clap along like a goon to songs such as Ga Ga, Magic and Break Free, and revel in every minute of it.
Highlight of the night was the intro to TYMD where Bri sprinted mere feet past me and my mate along to the end of the catwalk. We absolutely pissed ourselves for about 2 minutes flat, because it was for some reason incredibly, incredibly funny.
"But thanks to my good friend alcohol I was able to sink below such higher-minded activities and sing and clap along like a goon to songs such as Ga Ga, Magic and Break Free, and revel in every minute of it."
HA! Good thing they DIDN'T answer the phone at The Talbot when I called. None of you guys were there!
Bartender: "I've got some idiot bird calling from the US who insists there are a bunch of Queen fans here."
Guy drinking at bar: "Wot? Some American is calling us a bunch of Queens?"
It becomes an international incident and goes straight to hell from there . . .