On Thursday I met up with Gordon and Claire outside the BBC building because we were going to see them filming Harry Hill’s TV Burp. It was really busy though, so at the last minute we decided to go and see Alan Carr’s Chatty Man. There was no info about who would be on the show as it was kept secret until the show started.
Once we’d settled in they announced that we’d be seeing Nicole Scherzinger, Simon Pegg, Nick Frost, and Matt Cardle. I was pretty well impressed with Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. Nicole Scherzinger was interesting to watch as she stumbled around on ridiculous heels in a small piece of fabric barely holding her top-heaviness in and necessitating sitting with her legs crossed at all times.
Matt Cardle was better than I expected him to be, but that’s not really giving him much credit, because I expected him to be utterly shit.
Simon Pegg was basically exactly how I thought, and Nick Frost was slightly less nice than I expected. he seemed generally uncomfortable, but then I guess everyone has their off days, and they don’t have to leave their newborn baby to go on some TV show to be questioned by someone like Alan Carr. On the other hand they do get paid a fucking shitload of money. Maybe he should just cheer the fuck up.
Towards the end of the show they announced that there would be a special guest who would be appearing on the following week’s show. It turned out to be Dermot O’Leary. So we ended up with even more talk of X-Factor. I was pretty bored of hearing about it by the end, but oh well.
We all came back to the flat and Cheryl had cooked some awesome chicken and garlic with cous cous and salad. YUM! The house smelled awesome as soon as we walked in.
We had a relatively quiet night in and then went to bed at a reasonable hour.
We got up in good time on Friday and Cheryl and I had the day booked off work so we could hang out. We went into the city centre and headed to a gallery that Gordon wanted to visit to see some work by a guy named Adam Neate. It was the last day of the exhibit, so it was quite good timing. When we got there they were doing some sort of filming about the exhibit, so Adam Neate was actually there. We looked around everything and Gordon bought a poster. Gordon asked him to sign it and he also drew a little something special on there for him. Pretty damn cool.
Cheryl had to go pick up the deeds for the apartment after that so we went and sorted that out. Afterwards we grabbed some food and sat in a place called Phoenix Park and ate it. There was a little mouse climbing around on all of the plants and pots and things. I couldn’t quite manage to take a picture of it though.
We walked through some parts of the city heading towards Camden because Gordon wanted to look at the markets and stuff. Unfortunately for that plan there are pubs in Camden before you reach the market. We went into the Camden Head where Cheryl and I went to watch JonP’s gig a few months ago. A few drinks went by and it was getting dark and we were getting hungry. We caught the tube back to Canada Water, and then went over to The Mayflower for some food.
When we got back home we decided to have more drinks and watch a film that Gordon had bought for me as a gift earlier on in the day. I now have the 2-disc special edition of Senna! Thanks Gordon!
The girls went to sleep after the film (or during) and Gordon and I decided to stay up to finish the rum and coke. We put on Werner Herzog’s Encounters At The End Of The World and both ended up falling asleep before the end. Unluckily Gordon fell asleep while holding his drink. One cushion cover was harmed during the watching of this film.
Saturday felt the most like a Sunday any other day has ever felt. It started out with me waking up on the sofa at 6:30 with no idea why I was where I was. I got up and went to the bedroom instead and then went back to sleep for a few more hours.
Once everyone was up we headed to Bond Street with the aim of going to get some food and then going to Selfridge’s so Cheryl and Claire could buy a bag each. After a bit of walking around we spotted a Carluccio’s in Fenwick’s and decided to go in there. We got some delicious food and had a chat for a while. Then it was time to hit the shop. I was dreading that bit, but luckily there wasn’t a lot of spare time and the girls literally did only want one item each. It wasn’t so bad, despite the karaoke and all the people.
At Bond Street we went our separate ways. Gordon and Claire were heading back to Nottingham and we were heading home before we went back out to watch another recording at the BBC.
This time we were watching a recording of a show called Trust Us With your Life. It’s a show based on Whose Line Is It Anyway? 60% improvisation, 40% interview. Ricky Gervais was the one being interviewed and so he was also the subject of the improv. The improvisation was done by Colin Mochrie, Wayne Brady, Greg Proops, and Jonathan Mangum. The show was hosted by Fred Willard.
I’d got 4 free tickets thinking that Dan would really like to see Ricky Gervais, so I invited him and Fran along to enjoy the show. I’m pretty sure they enjoyed it as much as Cheryl and I did. Definitely looking forward to seeing the finished product on TV one day. Despite the warnings on the ticket application page I don’t think there’s that much stuff that an English audience wouldn’t understand. Perhaps that’s just for the Ricky Gervais episode though.
Wahaca was calling us when we left the BBC building, so we went for some dinner together. I do love Mexican food!
The journey home was quite interesting because there were a lot of drunk people on the tube in fancy dress. Most of them were loud and annoying, so Cheryl and I ended up getting off at London Bridge to wait for the next train. After a while we considered walking home, but then decided to just wait for the next train instead. It was much more normal, so we got home in peace and quiet.
So yeah, now I can get to bed so that I don’t completely waste my Sunday.