Day with The Boosh Boys

Two Mondays ago something extraordinary happened to me and Sarah. Or rather we happened to something extraordinary. Thanks to beautiful Alexis, we found out that a certain Mr. Fielding and a distinguished Mr. Barratt would be languishing at the HMV on Oxford Street along with their shaman and gorilla. We got there late due to some serious wheelchair malfunctions and almost didn’t get to meet them because they were already midway in signing 300 copies of the series 3 DVD and we were told by the stroppy security man that it would be very hard to get them off the stage to meet us until the signing was done. At this point I was having trouble breathing. In any case, he settled me and Sarah right next to the Boosh. In order of those closest to us we had Bollo, then Naboo, then Julian, then Noel who looked as fabulous as always.

We stood there for a while feeling more and more anxious. Then suddenly this gorgeous PR woman stops and asks us if we’re okay. Sarah explains, and the woman is nice but reasserts that it would be difficult to get them off the stage. She disappears for a few minutes, comes back and asks Sarah the most unbelievable question:

“Is it okay if it’s only Noel?”

Sarah nods frantically, with big eyes, and squeaks something incoherent and starts to sway.

I start coughing.

Suddenly I see him leap of the stage and walk past the area we’re standing in. Out of nowhere he seems to appear in front of us. He says hello to me first. I say “Hi. How are you?” He says “Fine.” All this time, Sarah is presumably wetting herself. She finds her tongue and says “Sorry we’re late, his wheelchair broke today.”

Noel goes, “Oh no!!” with a grimace. Then Julian appears and Noel says to him, “His fucking wheelchair broke today!” I can’t remember what the reply was. Sarah has gone limp so Noel says, “Shall we take some pictures?” He said that we should take separate ones, but Sarah got confused and joined the three of us in our photo. Then they signed our copy of the DVD and Sarah managed to babble out a request for them to sign her white converse high-tops, which they both did, even though they we were being shouted at to get back on the stage. Sarah quickly gets another shot with Noel, her and me and then they disappear AFTER NOEL KISSES ME ON THE CHEEK and manages to get Sarah on the side of her nose. And then they’re gone.

We exchange hugs with the nice PR people and then stagger out like dazed drunkards, both deciding to never wash our faces again.

So…that was that.

Photos to follow.