I have just had the weirdest day. It's been a while since i've posted here, but I need to ramble on to someone and none of my friends are home.
Started off the same as usual, dragged myself out of bed and into uni to set up experiments. Then I left my lab partner to carry on while I went back into town to meet my mum, sister and grandparents for lunch as it was my mum's birthday. Afterwards was forced to trail round jewellery shops with the family in tow as my grandparents want to buy me a watch for my 21st next week. One of the most harrowing experiences of my life, which I came away from empty handed. No surprises there. I'll look again in a few days ON MY OWN when i've recovered a bit.
I'd seen on a website last week that Sinead Quinn from Fame Academy (middle of pic on this page) was due to do a signing in town today at 5pm. I love her music and had been rooting for her to win, but unsure whether I was sad/obsessed enough to go on my own. My sister said while at lunch that she wanted to go with me, which meant that it was sure to be weird from the start, but Yay! wouldn't have to go alone.
I had to go back to my lab to finish up, but met her back in town at 4. We went along to the HMV to see if she would actually be there or if I was on a wild goose chase. It was on and a queue had started so we went in, bought the single each and joined it. It soon became apparent that most other people there were either 12, neds, mum's with kids, or a strange mixture of all three. To say we stuck out like a sore thumb would have been an understatement. So then the tv cameras arrive and start getting people in line to answer questions. We thought fuuuuck we can't get on tv for something as sad as this, promptly turned our backs and pretended to be engrossed in looking through the cd racks. It was no use. They spotted us, pushed some neds out the way and tapped us on the shoulder. "Would you please answer some questions for us on camera?" fuuuuuuck. It was for childeren's tv, so we thought the chances of people we know seeing us weren't that great and could hardly refuse. So we answered some typically banal questions like who was our favourites on the show and were we excited to meet her. I think in my utter dorkiness I said something like "Yeah, can't wait for her album!"
So after another half an hour spent waiting and mocking those around us (the two boys in front of us had somehow managed to get caught in the queue by mistake and didn't even know who it was at first, then merely stayed since they thought she was hot and got her to sign their tshirts) she eventually arrived and the line started moving.
She's absolutely tiny, makes me feel almost tall. I was determined to think of something better to say than the usual ramblings of a fan, so after shaking her hand and saying well done for coming second, reminded her that she had stated in interviews and such that she very much liked the likes of Alanis Morrisette and Sheryl Crow and asked her if she'd ever listened to the Indigo Girls or Melissa Etheridge as they have similar styles to her and are in short fucking amazing. She admitted she hadn't but seemed genuinly interested, writing down the names and just started chatting away to us, telling my sis she loved her scarf and asked us if we sang or played ourselves. Told her I couldn't sing to save myself but played the saxophone, to which she claimed she would love to be able to play it. Couldn't spell my name without help, but then who can? Said she would definitely look those artists up and was all "Go the girls!" in her mad Irish accent as we were leaving. She rocks!
Totally weird day.