The best night of my life (From Watford Observer)

The best night of my life

6:46pm Thursday 13th May 2010

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Last night was the best night of my pathetic excuse for a life. No, it didn’t involve R-Pattz taking me as his wife. Rather it involved one very special lady indeed. The lovely, Diana Vickers.

If ever you have read my blogs before you may be aware of my undeniable love and adoration of Miss Vickers. I believe myself to be her greatest fan, something, later, may be proved not to be the case (see below).

So anyhow, myself and two friends went up to London to a club called Scala where Diana was to be head-lining. I was positively quivering with anticipation and could not quite comprehend the idea that soon I was to be seeing my (future) BFF in all her fake tanned, bouffant haired glory.

We arrived at the club to find a queue the size of my girl-crush i.e. antisocially large. As we waited patiently in line I blessed the swarming Vickers-fans with a few of my own renditions of Diana’s songs. This, I felt, made the gig almost pointless. Once inside the venue we got drinks and took our places standing fairly near the stage. I screamed a few times, completely unintentionally, it was as if the occasion had taken over my entire being and my body was reacting accordingly. I didn’t care if I was annoying/deafening the people in front of me. It was all in the name of Diana Vickers.

The support act was a lad named Max Tuohy. He had a sexy voice and a waist coat possibly unfairly critiqued by the man behind us.

Then the man behind us introduced himself. It turned out he was hilarious and just severely frustrated by his lack of intimacy with Diana. We made friends and compared stalker-fan tendencies. He is 24, straight, posts on the Diana Vickers Forum, knows all the words to her songs, and I will respect him forever.

Then the moment arrived for the lady herself to step out onto the stage. The crowd went wild, I screamed my whole face off, and marvelled at the beauty of her outfit.

The gig was incredible. She is amazing live and I disappeared into my own blissed out world. Diana, the rest of the crowd and myself were as one, we were a little family bopping and singing along to gorgeous tunes. It was beautiful, and it ended much more quickly than I thought reasonable.

After Diana had left the stage we stood a while just basking in the glory of it all. Then, we, amongst a few other die-hards waited around the stage area hoping for a reappearance from her. One of the big burly men who was either a body-guard or bouncer- I didn’t get an answer from him- told me that she was going to be coming back out shortly to say hello. As well as this he made many a condescending face about Diana and told me he did not much like her in his slightly disconcerting foreign accent (again I do not know the specifics). I didn’t punch him, but only because I didn’t want to get dragged out before I got a chance to tell Diana of my love.

She came out, got down from the stage directly in front of me. I was literally 20 centimetres from her and all I could think was ‘be cool Claire, be cool’ and ‘boy that’s a lot of lipstick’. In the end I opted for ‘YOU WERE AMAZING’ and giggled a bit. She called me ‘babe’ and I almost passed out. In the end, I got a photo with her and she signed my t shirt. Nothing would ever top it.

My only regret is that I did not breath in her smell.

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