I changed my Twitter profile photo. I absolutely adore this photo, even if it is a selfie.
Perhaps not in this suit though… I need to shed the pounds before it looks this good on me again.
Happy international Fetish day guys and gals! Hope you got to shine (if that’s your thing…)
So it was Jake’s 27th on Saturday. He decided he wanted to go around Doncaster.
He also told me he was going to wear his new rose gold pvc jeans (ASOS, pretty much sold out now).
Not wanting to overshadow him I decided to go fairly vanilla – just a pair of jeans and an Oxford shirt. But when I jokingly said that I was thinking of wearing the PVC suit he said “mint!”.
Ok, I followed his intention…
It wasn’t too warm a day so I thought perhaps I could get away with it for a while.
We arrived in Doncaster and immediately I was a talking point. Loads of people commented on the amazing suit. Jake looked stunning in his outfit. Very metrosexual – quite flamboyant.
I was driving though so the only drinks I could have were Mocktails and low alcohol beers.
The night went as follows:
The Gatehouse -> The Wool Market -> The Gin Rooms -> The Red Lion
We left after the lion as my pvc suit was getting a bit clammy. It’s a great looking suit but it’s not really practical to wear on a day in day out basis.
A very strange weekend.
Friday night was a late one for me. Hannah was in Bridlington and I was called out. A great but busy finish to a hectic week.
Saturday was somewhat of an unusual day. A weather bomb was set to hit us from about 2pm, and sure enough it did. Rarely for this country we were forecast freezing rain and snow. We went to see mum. Her dogs are bonkers!
I had to go shopping for groceries before the weather bomb hit, and as I was on the way home it stated to drizzle. The roads became very slippery really quickly.
Thank God I got these…
Luckily we didn’t have to go anywhere else – although I had contemplated Asylum (our local fetish venue and a bit of a haunt for me), but the weather put me off. In the end I watched Krampus (great Christmas horror) and had an early night.
Sunday, Unusually, was gig day. It’s very rare we gig on a Sunday with the covers band. This week’s club was local to me (Firth Park).
Not a great load – upstairs – although there was a small lift. It helped a lot, but it could only take one speaker cabinet at a time so the load in and out took a long time but wasn’t too tiring.
We set up in plenty of time to rehearse the new song (Pink). We did it so quickly we actually managed to put it in as an encore!
The bad thing about Sunday gigs though is that all the members of the band appeared to be loaded up with sprouts. It was very windy backstage!
To wrap up a long evening, I arrived home at 1am to find a dickhead had parked overlapping our driveway by a good 18″. I consider myself to be quite good at reversing and I struggled with this one.
It might seem unusual to have a rock/pop band for an 80th Birthday, but the birthday boy has followed us for a number of years now so it seemed apt.
The hotel it was held at was a great place. Top end of Heckmondwike; a place called Healds Hall.
It was an early start as we had to be set up by 6. The load in was quite easy although I think the staff were very surprised when we kept loading more and more boxes into the place though.
Setup went well. It was the first full length gig for a while so we ran through a few of the songs we’d not played to just brush them up. Strangely, the last few gigs had all been around an hour performance time. We had to be silent at 6:45 as the special guest was arriving for a “meal in the restaurant” but he was then told the restaurant was very busy so they were in the back room…
The first set was a blue suit set. It felt a little tight on me and even though the scales show my weight hasn’t changed I need to keep an eye on that. It could be that my newest jeans all have stretch in them and I’m not used to a rigid waistband? After all the waistcoat and shirt felt fine.
In-between we had food. That, for me, wasn’t great. No detriment to the food, but as a vegetarian any mention of buffet or hot buffet fills me with dread. If it isn’t the mixed sandwiches cross contamination hell, or the “has it got meat in it” roulette with quiche, it’s the hot buffet “that’s your entire vegetarian choice” which contained aubergine. I don’t like aubergine.
The chips were nice though.
For the second set, after much threatening and teasing I wore the PVC suit. Dennis had been searching for one for himself and like many others who weren’t quick enough when I told them about it, he’d missed the boat. He then ribbed me about it onstage… Twat.
I combined with with the new shirt I got from River Island.
I looked good. Kinky good.
Sadly that’s where the good ends, as I’ll never wear that suit onstage with Face the Music again. 45 minutes in a plastic sauna suit under hot lights… Nope nope nope nope nope.
I suppose the one amusing thing was the stereotyping thing… Apparently shiny suits like that are usually worn by gay men.
I’ve got thick skin. I don’t actually give a toss.
So, back to normality for a few weeks. And next time it’ll be back to normal jeans for the second set.
It’s almost a week since I was last at Corp and I enjoyed it so much I feel like going again.
Perhaps not wearing the PVC suit though, although it was extremely awesome and definitely a talking point.