Staying Home
Unfortunately not all of our friends could join us, some had to stay home for whatever reason.
But since they shared a big part of the excitement in all the pre-fun, planning, etc. they were sort of
part of our group.. and we felt their "staying home" stories should be on our site as well. However...
don't hold us responsible for the things they have to say!
Here, there and everywhere,
I can remember hearing the news on MTV: George Michael will perform.....
I had a hard time believing it, couldn't figure out what has gotten into George to actually perform again...
lol... but when I called Cavalini it seemed that I wasn't the only one being confused, desperate, excited,
happy etc... half the George Michael community was.
Some days later Jules and Cavalini managed to get hold of tickets very cleverly... who said GM fans were
stupid? (we may be screwed-up but we're not stupid!). Anyway, I decided not to go since I already have
been to every single live performance George has given these last years and it's gotta stop sometime.
Enfin..... all well-to-do dutchesses went to Georgetown (ignorant read: London) to see a Georgio Armani
suit... under the motto: If Mozes doesn't come to the mountain... the mountain comes to Mozes itself.
It was Friday April 9th when I called Cavalini in London on her mobile... at that time she just came out
of the Albert Hall and Jules and Herma wanted to know who was calling (bemoeials!) - it was me...
apparently - so kind regards flew through the air and we decided that was about it cause the ladies
decided that it was much more fun inside than outside [guess George wouldn't agree on that one...
unless of course his ambigious mind is doing overtime again :o)]. Before we hang up I reminded cav that
she promised to kiss (lips yes... tongues yes please) Kenny for me... (motto: you only think you're gay...
you just haven't met me yet).. by hindsight .. I should have asked Jen ....
bummer ++
The next day I called cav again to hear that the break-into-George's-house-kit :) was used for other
purposes... read: trying to get into the Albert Hall during GM's soundcheck. Apparently there were
minions all over the place ordered to not let in any of the MOL ladies ... and who can blame them?
Nobody would risk being transferred to Hardback! (they rather flee to Sweden instead) :p
*sigh* fortunately the chinks betrayed George's setlist.... After cav told me which songs Our Man was
going to sing I gave her an update on MTV's GM weekend and hang up again. I don't think she was
particularly interested in what was going on at MTV.... which I couldn't blame her for... what's better than
to see George on stage doing 'his thing' live! Now I was sitting in front of the telly for ten hours watching
GM stuff, waiting for MTV to show the rare Wham! material they promised... well the only rare material I
have seen in two days was MTV versions called 'Wake me up before we go-go' (excuse me?!!?!),
'Spinning Wheel' and 'Edge of heaven'.... (I think the person doing the titles needs another job... busdriver
or something on route 99: out of service). Also I missed 'A Different Corner' but at the end of the day I
realised they were not going to show that clip at midday for all kids sake. Let's face it... Yog does not
particularly look like a purple teletubbie here. :o))
Well... nevertheless... it was an excellent weekend to drool over George Michael [luckily vibrators provide
non-stop service :o)]. Actually... my drooling percentage was so high that according to Andros's (who
the fuck is Andros?) law it means that George must love me dearly :o)))) ....
Anyway that was my version of the GM weekend.
Note: Huray! The Here, there and everywhere concert was shown on tv, you know... where the majority
came only to see George [I can feel his ego growing :o)]. Of course mister control freak made sure
Eleanor Rigby wasn't broadcasted .. but never fear... bootlegs are here.. :)) So at the end of the day
only two songs were shown.. well actually one and a half song... "cause I gotta have condition" (and the
right lyrics) lol maybe it's not such a bad idea if George would practise what Kenny preaches (for a
change): fitness (?) - otherwise he could face some problems promoting his pop-dance album we expect
to be released in ten years or so....
Cheers!
Niki xxx
My Here, There and Everywhere weekend
You want to know about my Here, There and Everywhere weekend? Hmmm, don’t ask. Already in
December I made an appointment with one of my best friends, nicknamed Pooh, to spend the weekend
at her place. We would go to the cinema, watch video’s, drink Poisoned Adinda’s –a dangerous self made
cocktail which can get you dead drunk- and I would spend some time learning my bank exams as well,
while she provided me with food and coffee. I was looking forward to that untill the news broke about
George performing in London. Bravely I declined to come (despite all my other friends urging to do so).
You’ll probably think ‘NOOOO!! This cannot be true! A fan deliberately not going…’ But, a man a man, a
word a word. I felt I couldn’t cancel an appointment, although I saw George perform on 16 April 1987 for
the last time :(
In the weeks to come, everyone who was going displayed a thrilling, nervous exitement. I (au contraire)
got more and more depressed. What did I do? I would love to see George perform, I had the money,
someone could get me a ticket, was I stupid or what? (Or just a very nice friend who didn’t want to
disappoint other friends?)
Being in a crisis like this and pressed by MOL-members daily by phone, I started to doubt. I consulted
Herma, who told me to go, read letters to me and complete ICQ dialogues. It was going to be a fun
weekend in London.
I complained to Pooh. She assured me that it would be a great weekend at her place. She would
compensate! Honestly! She would make me forget.
Yeah, right.
On Thursday 1 April –during office hours, ten days before the concert- a fax came in. From Pooh. She
met this guy in the train, and he was so great, she liked him so much… She was in love, I would under-
stand that, she wrote, wouldn’t I? She had the chance now and he invited her that Saturday to go out and
have dinner and she accepted, would I mind?
WOULD I MIND? I EXPLODED! I gave up my GM weekend for her and she had a date with someone else
that weekend!? Pick another date! I was about to kill her! SHE KNEW the offer I had brought for her and
she… she…
My colleagues, who noticed a dangerous, murderous change in me, gently led me to a meeting room,
where I could display my anger without any customers nearby. Immediately I called her at work.
I got Maud, a colleague. ‘No, no, she’s having a break. She’ll be back in half an hour. Francis, are you
allright? You sound so… angry!’
I told her (literally with my teeth clenched) that I was. I should have heard the smiling tone in her voice,
which I actually did, but Maud is always a happy, cheery person. It should have warned me…
After that telephone call with Maud I called the Royal Albert Hall. Too late, everything was sold out.
I could try to buy a spare ticket in front of the hall, they suggested. I called Rotterdam Airport. I got hold
of booking details of friends who did go and called the travel agency. Hopeless. In the end I was too late.
I couldn’t even get a couple of days off.
In a depressive mood I called Herma with the bad news. She comforted me a little by telling me there
was an MTV George Michael Weekend. Yippiee! Two days of George… my cutie (although Kenny….
wow, don’t let me meet him…).
An hour later Pooh called. I was still in the meeting room with a strong cup of coffee to comfort me. I was
really freaked out, mad at her, and seriously thinking this might be the end of a long friendship. She had
to come up with something real good to make me forgive her.
How could she do this?
Just sort of dump me?
‘Hi, Francis, I heard from Maud you did not appreciate my fax?’, she said, a little too happy (again a tone
with a sence of humor I should have noticed). I expressed some uncensored feelings to her, and she
must have heard I was really hurt.
I mean really hurt.
In a sweet, careful voice she said ‘silly, what day is it today?’
Shit.
SHIT!
SHIIIIIT!!!
April fools day.
And I took everything for granted. How stupid!!
And than…. I had to smile. And laugh. Very loud.
I must be honest, to you guys reading it it might sound banal. Cancelling an appointment, so what, big
deal. This is not the way our friendship is, however. We would kill for eachother. Fair enough, she
understood she pushed it a bit too far, and apologized.
I have to admit this was the best practical joke played on me ever. She waits for revenge, ofcourse. But I
have plenty of time…
Ever since, Pooh as wel as my colleagues lovingly call me Eeyore. ME! THE MANAGER!!! Completely
disrespected by everyone!
I vowed I would be there at a concert the next time. No one will keep me from it, not even my best friends.
In the meantime, can anyone tell me how to get rid of my new name?
Please???
Francis
(By the way, a couple of weeks later Maud and Pooh were on their way to a workshop, when they lost
control over their car and ended up in a canal. They were okay, but all the men –including police- driving
by had a great laugh. You see, there IS something like revenge. I still grin at the thought...)
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