At about midnight the stage door opens with the Buzzcocks manager standing, asking "wanting autographs?", we nodded and get let in.
I was first one in so I made my way towards Pete Shelley who was sitting on the couch in the incredibly small and cramped room drinking Moet. I go and sit with him on the arm of the chair and chat for a while, he says he saw me standing front row and later sitting in front of the barrier. I explain that I was thrown into the barriers and my ribs got crushed to the point where I have possibly fractured them. He signs my "Buzzcocks" CD and we quickly pose for a photo:
I say to him that I'll let everyone get their turn and that with any luck I'd talk to him later and so we say our farewells for a minute. I try to progress onwards to Steve but the now cramped backstage room makes it really difficult to do so, so I stand chatting with Danny. I get him to sign my CD when it stops circulating the room (even though he didn't play on it). I'd already met Danny earlier in the night and got a photo with him as well:
Danny asks if I want a drink. I say "Yeah, but not if I'll get you into trouble 'cause I'm only 16"
"Oh fuck that, drink up! Whatcha want? We got Coopers or Guinness? We might have other stuff too..." - I don't drink beer but decided to go with a Coopers because when you get offered a drink by the Buzzcocks, you don't say no.
Eventually Steve is free for a chat where I get hundreds of hugs and kisses at once. So good. He asks me if I was feeling sick through the show because he saw me sitting in front of the barrier. I explain the story again and have Pete enter the conversation going "Steven - She has seven broken ribs!"
"SEVEN BROKEN RIBS?!" - and in he goes for another hug. He continues "Don't worry, we're gonna find out who did that to you and then we're gonna go and break their fookin' ribs... and then we're gonna take turns eating him!"
"We was fuckin' made for each other, we was!" Steve tells me which ends in a marriage proposal...when I ask for a photo with Steve he says "Sounds like you need an X-Ray not a photo!" and then this was taken:
Steve and the drummer of support band The Spazzy's (Ali) start chanting "Russel Crowe's a cunt! Russel Crowe's a cunt!" which gets lots of people in the room laughing and chanting along.
Pete looks at me and smiles and I smile back, replying with "I promise I'll get out of here soon and leave you alone!"
"No no no, stick around, it's nice of you to be in here!"
Which causes an enormously large and drunk lady to continue flirting with Pete, kissing him like there's no tomorrow. He was gracious enough to put up with it even though it was fairly obvious he wasn't enjoying a moment of it. When this lady had to leave, she was shouting "I LOVE YOU, AND I LOVE YOUR BAND, AND I LOVE YOUR, AND I LOVE YOUR MUSIC, AND I LOVE YOU!..." and as she went on Pete looked at me pulled a face and I said "I have a feeling she likes you!" and he laughed, replying with "What's not to like, really?" - I'm sure I replied with something daft like "HUH EXACTLY!!!!!" or something equally as silly. They pose for a photo together where Pete sits on this woman's lap.
Eventually I got to meet Chris who wasn't in the room. I get him to sign my CD which he also didn't perform on with my gold pen which he noticed had some stuff on the tip which he tried to take off, making his fingers covered in gold pen.
"FUCK ME! I'M GOLDFINGER!"
He and I stand near a closed door which he opens to see Steve and Ali from Buzzcocks chatting. We enter the room and just stand about with them for a while. Chelsea tells me her dad is waiting in the car out the front because, without realising it, we'd been in there for an hour and a half. I tell Steve that I have to get going where he protested with "Oh no, I thought you was coming in for another picture and a hug or something, come here, sit on my lap!" - I do as I'm told where we indulge in a huge hugging fest as well as plenty of kisses for each other.
Eventually and reluctantly I leave promising Steve that I'll definitely see him next time they're here. On my way out I say good bye to Pete, also lying and saying that my first photo didn't turn out, asking if I could have another one.
After this was taken we give each other a hug and literally half a second after Pete and I give each other a kiss, the flash on my camera goes off, JUST missing a good photo op.
We giggle about it before the man who takes my photo asks if I can do the same for him.
Pete tells me that he hopes my ribs recover ok and that it was lovely for us to meet each other. I agree with him and say goodbye.
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