Front Row

Yesterdays Michael McIntyre gig was one of the best nights ever, and one of the many reasons why was the fact I was front row.

I’ve never been front row before. I know that’s hard to believe, but I’ve always been told that front row is not as good as people claim it to be. My mum used to say the classic “you’ll strain your neck” and up until yesterday I believed it.

After about an hour and half of sitting front row I can report that I did NOT have a strained neck. Yes, my face was hurting from laughing so much but my neck was all okay.

Front row is honestly an incredible place to sit. The stage is within legs reach (that’s not an expression I’ve ever heard and to be honest I can see why, it sounds weird), the comedian is so close you can see the marks on their shoes, you can have the piss taken out of you (as I did as I decided to reply to Michaels question of “how many shows have you seen?” with “what this year?” I MEANT TO SAY TOUR AND SAID YEAR I cannot cope with myself) and the amount of leg/bag room is very good (probably not the first thought of anyone under the age of 50 except me).

I highly recommend trying to get front row tickets to any comedy gigs you ever go to. You will LOVE it. As this is more about comedy gigs let me know what comedians you’d love to see front row, or if music is more your thing which artists you’d love to see front row!


Awkward Shopper

I’m an awkward person, we all know that. Today I’d like to discuss just how awkward shopping is.

First of all there are other people there, now, I have nothing against people, as long as they aren’t in my way, walking at 0.1mph, talking really loudly in my face or just generally being annoying. Shops though, bring out ALL those aspects. People get in your way, they’re ambling slowly, shouting to their friends and relatives about clothing because of the loud music playing in the background.

Then there’s the trying on part. 90% of the time I refuse to try things on, even shoes and coats, partly due to laziness, but mainly because the process is stressful and makes me feel so uncomfortably warm. So if I do like something, I’ll hold it against me, judge if it looks okay, then just buy it.

The buying it process is always slightly awkward. I have to get my money/card ready 5 minutes before I pay, and, while queueing,  have to recount the money and rehearse what I’m going to say, which is usually “hi” and “thank you”just so I don’t make myself look like an idiot. Now we have to pay for bags I have to have my bag ready to, if I forgot a bag I go through an internal battle “do I buy a bag or not?”.This Saturday I bought a box and having forgotten my bag and the fact I actually needed one, I was so flustered at the question “do you want a bag?” I panicked, asked if they had a paper one big enough and then said no to a plastic one. Meaning I had to carry the box by hand. Luckily my mum had a bag big enough for me to use otherwise that could have ended disastrously.

I know they mean well, but I’d prefer it if shop assistants didn’t come up to me left, right and centre asking me if everything’s okay or if I need help. If I did need anything I’d ask, please leave me to be antisocial.

Revision Top Fives

The reason this post is so late is because I am revising, I say “revising” I am trying to “revise” but I am taking my time with it by procrastinating. I thought that seeing as we all know how much I like a list, I would share my top five methods of procrastination to help you all avoid becoming like me (or to give you more advice on how to avoid work, you decide which is applicable)

  1. Watch an entire TV series, whether it’s one you’ve half seen, seen before or haven’t got round to seeing yet, now is the perfect time to spend your precious hours catching up.
  2. Live by the phrase “I can start tomorrow” because surely there’s no time like the future!?
  3. Eat ALL the food you can buy/see/reach, telling yourself it’s a treat and you’re diet starts tomorrow.
  4. Do a small amount of research, a paragraph of an essay or typing up of a line of notes and then allow yourself to have the rest of the day free, an overworked student doesn’t produce good work after all.
  5. Make sure you spend as much time as possible away from work by booking trips to see friends or celebrities and then actually travelling to see them, going out on walks for fresh air or just scrolling through social media. So you can “relax and clear your head”

I should carry on with my revision for my exam, but I’m starting series six of Peep Show so I’ll carry on tomorrow.

Homesickess, Moving Out and University

Growing up I suffered with homesickness, although I was never “diagnosed” or “told” that I had it, I knew that my reactions to staying away from home weren’t that normal.

Most children jump at the chance of sleepovers, I on the other hand, never did. I went on one sleepover in primary school and one in secondary school. And that was it. Both times my experince was so awful I vowed to myself to never go on one again. The first one at Harriets house ended up with me being sick the morning after the sleepover. I still don’t know what made me ill, but the fact I was put me off sleepovers for years.
The next sleepover I went to was when I was about 14 and in secondary school, my “friend” (she wasn’t really a friend then, and she certainly isn’t one now) had invited me round to hers. After a lot of persuassion from my parents and her, I went to her house.  The night progressively got worse. I spent the first few hours of “sleep” just crying,  I really missed home and my parents. I couldn’t sleep at all, I just kept myself awake thinking “morning will come soon” I paced around the flat, went and sat on the toilet seat about 40 times to try to pass the time. I even rang home and asked, (well, whispered seeing as it was stupid O’clock) my parents to pick me up now which they weren’t too pleased with so they said no I need to wait till tomorrow. So I spent the next few hours crying in the corner of my friends bedroom.

I wasn’t just sleepovers I struggled with, I couldn’t do exchange trips or trips away with schools, the one, and only one, I ever went on a fire alarm went off in the middle of the night and I ended up seeing a teacher in just her towel which scarred me for life.

I also struggled to sleep at night if my mum wasn’t at home. If she went out in the evening to see friends (which she didn’t do very often) or if my parents both went out, I physically couldn’t sleep. I’d cry and worry they wouldn’t come back.

So, I could sleep away from home if family were there, but if my family weren’t even at home, then I couldn’t sleep at all.

I didn’t sleep away from home again till I was in 2012 when I wanted to see Michael McIntyre live. My college did a trip to Ireland and included in that was seeing Michael. As a fan who had never seen him live and always wanted to I was torn between going or not. I was persuaded to go and I am so glad I did, although the seats were crap, and by crap I do mean shite, right at the back of Dublins 02. Seeing Michael live was incredible (or what I could see of him as he was just an outline of a man). The sleeping side of it wasn’t so great, I struggled to fall alseep but once I was asleep I managed to stay asleep, which was a good start.

Then, in 2014 I moved to university, and the first few nights were filled with me crying and unable to sleep, wishing to go back home. The homesickness and lonliness and just general sadness hit me hard. But I found listening to Apps like “Calm” and YouTube ASMR videos really helped me with my sleep, the noises/people kept me company while distracting me from feeling awful.

I’ve now been on a sleepover in Essex, a sleepover in Bristol and been to stay the night in London, twice.

Although I still struggle with feeling anxious, sad and nervous, especially on the first nights back at uni after holidays/visits home, the fact I can now easily go to bed at night without crying amazes me.

If you struggle with a similar thing, have faith in yourself, you can do it ❤