John Lennon said "Life is what happens to you while you are making other plans"...
As you all know, the plan was to take a leisurely drive to Aberdeen, shop and then head down for a serious night of Discoking strutting. Long story short, life sneaked up behind us, kicked us on the arse, poked us in the eye, gave us a chinese burn and ran away laughing...
Cup of tea before we head off and our well packed bags...oblivious to what was ahead of us...
And we're off!
We set off about 12.30 with a full boot and happy hearts. It was a glorious day and we were making good progress. About half way between Stirling and Perth, Queen Michelle asked Sir J and I when we had last been in Aberdeen. The words had no sooner left her mouth, than something went 'pop' and the car ground to a halt. We pushed it off the motorway and the day started it's descent into hell...
Disaster followed mishap followed broken followed despair followed anger followed utter disbelief.
Prince B makes some frantic calls. Lucky we at least had a flask of tea!
A visit from the AA man and a conversation with Direct Line left us with no option but to abandon the car and get a taxi to the nearest train station. While waiting for over an hour for the taxi, Prince B had to answer the call of nature behind a tree, which resulted in a very very angry woman shouting at us all. She screeched off to be replaced by a police car and police helicopter hovering above us. Thankfully the taxi came and got us to Perth Train station.
And they're off and so are we...in the opposite direction!
It was decided that Prince B and Sir J had to get the train to Aberdeen and Queen Michelle and I would get a train back to Glasgow...and head off again for Aberdeen, but this time in my car!
We got to Aberdeen at 11pm (Glasgow to Aberdeen is approx. 200 miles!). We had been travelling backwards and forwards for nearly 11 freakin hours. But we had no other option, it would have cost nearly £300 for all of us to get a train back home on the Sunday, if we could even get on a train as they are usually fully booked.
However your Queens had gotten away lightly compared with the poor Discokings. When they arrived they discovered ALL of the equipment was faulty - decks, monitor and mixer. B and J were incandescent with rage and sick with disappointment. All the rehearsing and planning counted for nothing. At one point Prince B walked out halfway through playing a record leaving Queen Michelle frantically trying to get Sir J to quickly put on another one!
But when the going gets tough the tough get going and by golly did they get the dance floor going! Although they were having the worst night of their lives, the crowd were loving every minute. It was hands in the air all night as the punters lapped up every single banging house track they played, totally oblivious to the shoddy sound and the hell their DJ's were going through.
Prince B and Queen Michelle - thank god it's over!!!
Eventually praise the Lord it was over and we escaped back to the hotel for a few hours sleep before coming back down the road yesterday. We all felt like we had been gone for two weeks on the worst road trip EVER but we all stayed positive, treated it as an adventure rather than a catalogue of disasters and bizarrely all had a really good time. Strange though that sounds! We could scarcely believe it ourselves.
Like the swedish proverb says - Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow
Queen Marie
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