Someone had a good time!




Hi all

CatKB is not posting again!

On Monday they did come round from the builders and although when I
left for work, Dave was saying he wouldn't let them in, he did
capitulate when they turned up. They had only come to measure the
windows didn't stay long and told him the work would be starting in
about a month and they'd move things and put them back for him so
although when they do come, we are facing about 2-3 weeks of sheer
disruption 5 days a week it might not be too bad and we will have a
new kitchen and bathroom at the end of it


Tuesday- either the awareness he has a month to get his act a bit more
together or my reasoned argument getting through (I don't like to nag,
my mother could use nagging as a weapon and so I try not to- sometimes
I wish I had her stamina for it!) Dave decided to get proactive (Hate
that word!) and call the DOT office and speak to Klaus.

Klaus was off, the person he spoke to told him his crutch still hasn't
been made! I suspect they've forgotten about it without Dave reminding
them. They also did not believe for the last 5-6 weeks, he hasn't seen
anyone! Not even an OT- they're supposed to be sorting out the non-
slip materials for the bathroom rails.

I have a sinking feeling, as we haven't bothered them Dave has kinda
been forgotten about...

Yesterday was of course, the day of the gig. Now I knew I wouldn't get
the time off if I asked (too many other people off) so I decided I
would go into work yesterday and leave early pleading illness then
call in sick. Naughty but I know I won't get the time so to ask then
if I don't get it, to call in sick has "Career limiting move" written
all over it

Of course the irony is I have got some sort of bad head cold/mild flu.
Wednesday I had to go to this big meeting and afterwards a 10 minute
walk to the station and I had to have a break because my limbs were
aching so much (It wasn't a bad meeting we were at a nice restaurant
and lunch was provided-you don't get many perks in my job so we
treasure the few we get)

So I get home on Thursday about 4.00 and what I would really like is a
long hot bath and a very early night but what I have to do is get Mr
Procrastinator moving. Not easy when he's also got the same bug (Today
I got up, called into work, did a little breakfast about 8.30 then
said "I'm having another 10 minutes" and woke up at 2.00! I must have
needed it, I feel like I have been wrung out) His logic is impeccable,
Bob isn't coming until 6.00 he only has to change and be downstairs
for 6.00. Well that's impeccable at 4.10 but at 5.40! In the meantime
I have changed, put some make up on and Dave is still saying "5
minutes and then I'll get changed"

The starting pistol (or kick up the backside whatever you want to call
it) is Bob calling to say he's just about to leave so he should be
15-20 minutes. Amazingly Dave is ready just as Bob rings the bell

And even more stunning Mallett who is not normally on the same space
time continuum as anyone else arrived at 5 to 6- I should inform the
World's press! Mallet's "I'll be there by 6" is normally anything from
7.30-10.00!

Of course from my point of view this bit is wonderful Bob takes the
cushion down Mallet takes the chair and my main job is to lock up and
make sure the cats are in, normally I have to do this while
supervising getting Dave down the stairs was even able to give my hair
a last comb etc. It was sheer bliss. I go down the stairs to find,
Dave doing the steps outside (I guess not having regular practice
hasn't done too much harm) and all I have to do is walk round to the
car. Where for once in my life I am able to fold the chair properly
and Dave manages to get in without too much trouble

So off we set. Bob doesn't drive in London much so he has mapped the
whole thing on a pocket A-Z until King's cross. Mallett's in the front
as his navigator so we're on our merry way and even able to provide
some good advice as Bob is a new slave, never set out to be but the
people next door moved and left their cat behind and the cat not being
stupid spotted Bob had "sucker" written all over him and has taken the
cat in and been rewarded with an outbreak of fleas

In 20 minutes we can see King's Cross...Now all we have to do is turn
into Eversholt Street and...We can't- no right turn so we figure any
other street heading in the same direction... Only we didn't find
where we could turn back towards Kings Cross until we got to Regents
Park. Next month's issue of the "Fortean Times" (Bob was the founder,
editor and still writes for them from time to time) may contain a
truly Fortean journey trying to get towards Camden. The venue told us
to arrive at 7.15 and we could drive to the door of the venue. By 7.30
we'd just gone past Camden Town tube station for the second time.
Finally we found where we could turn in only to be stopped by security
as we weren't in the right place. They let Bob use the area to turn
round and he very nearly scraped the paint off the passenger front
door on a bollard but Mallett saw it and stopped it in time

Bob says he owes Mallett big time as this is his wife's car and she's
only had it a week!

So we follow the instructions and go past Camden Town tube station
again! But this time we find where we are supposed to go but.....
There are barriers ..Mallett is sent forth to find the venue amidst
comments like "Alas our brave party has lost it's first member" but
somehow returns to reveal he's found the venue but there's no-one
there to ask. So we decide to split the party, Bob and Mallett will
take the car and me and Dave will go to the venue. Dave is got out of
the car only for me to realise standing there waiting for him to get
into the chair we are holding up the bus. I want to bear the child of
the bus driver who patiently waited for us to get out of his way

And now....I have pushed Dave's chair down badly paved streets, I have
done things for him above and beyond the call of duty but if he ever
asks me to push the chair down cobblestones again he will be told to
do it himself! It took 15 minutes and by the end of it, my back was
killing me!

At the venue, we see Gamma and a queue, Gamma promptly takes one of my
cigarettes and in answer to "What are you going to do after Sunday?"
announces henceforth he will take snuff...Hmmm...I shall have to look
into that

Finally manage to get a security guy and he takes us in and this is
where my personal Hell starts.....if it didn't when I had to drag the
chair over the cobblestones

The "disabled" place isn't too bad from the point of seeing the band
but it's off to one side, the ladies being the other side, It's also
very narrow and on the way to the gents so pretty much as soon as the
venue fills up, Dave's chair gets knocked into every ten seconds also
as seems to be the norm, there is no consideration of people coming
with the wheelchair user,. As a result of the cobblestone Hell (I
asked since we had been told we could drive in and apparently we had
to ask the site manager and he isn't happy to do that) my back has now
turned into a column of pain but as we're let in first I manage to
drag a chair from the other side of the venue (That being the last
straw for my back I was nearly passing out by the time I put the chair
down)

At this point I also meet my nemesis... a RADAR toilet. Yep right next
to the Gents , the security has opened the RADAR toilet, the disabled
toilet.....Now the idea behind RADAR is okay, they're locked so you
can only get into them with a key, some people have their own key but
we don't.

Now its a fact of life if there is a queue for the Gents (next door)
some desperate non-disabled people are going to use the RADAR toilet
which I have no problem with, last night I was using it myself and
after they have finished they will leave the toilet and pull the door
shut......NO! NO!NO! NO!

That immediately locks the toilet and I don't have a key

Bob, Dave and Mallett tell me it was a good gig. How should I know?
First of all, I have to get drinks in, this involved queuing for an
hour then being handed two overloaded plastic pints most of which get
spilled on the way back (at least it wasn't expensive) by half way
through the support act the floor was either so sticky getting along
without losing shoes was hard or so slippery I skated. The hem of my
skirt is now soaked (and this skirt is a dry cleaning job-my bad but
as I haven't been to the venue for ages I forgot) and my shoes are
almost worn out as I think I left a fair bit of the soles on the club
floor.

Anyway I get that in, realise we have nowhere to put anything and have
to improvise even an ashtray and worse still...Dave wants to use the
dreaded RADAR toilet and someone has locked it again! So I have to run
out and hack my way through the crowd to get the key, hack my way back
and unlock it, then hack my way back to hand it back.

I spent most of the gig outside. The second time someone locked the
toilet as I was heading out some guy almost collapsed in front of me
so I ended up helping him outside, he was in a right state and since
this is a Planet Gong gig my first concern was "What have you taken?"
Nothing he was simply overcome with the heat I helped him out managed
to get one of the security staff to bring him some iced water and he
was fine and back inside in 10 minutes as was I...

Only someone had closed the door on the RADAR toilet again so I am
back to hacking my way through to get the key again

And that was pretty much my evening, I ended up talking to the
security guard who was wanting to buy an illustrated bible...well
having a certain amount of knowledge of bookshops in London (mostly
from trying to beg jobs from them) I gave him a few pointers and he
said "Thanks- I really want a picture of the Angel Loki"

Huh? I explained as far as I knew Loki was Norse but he insisted Angel
Loki does the smiting for the Lord. Perhaps someone should tell Loki
he's had a change of career

I managed to see 10 minutes of the main band

We managed on the way out to get them to allow Bob to drive in so I
didn't have to do the cobblestones on the way back so we drove off and
got lost again because by now it was too dark for Mallett to read the
A-Z but somehow we managed to even find a short cut, which we will
never find again because we didn't have the faintest idea where we
were going anyway we went past Holloway Prison at one point

And then I managed to trap a finger under the chair seat when I was
opening it again

Still Dunzi welcomed us at the door managing to charm Bob who emailed
us this morning to say what a good cat she was

So Dave had a good night out- Me? Who cares?


Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

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