Don't worry bout it. Let fate take it's course.
We went to see Oasis at Wembley in 2000 I think it was. We had no hotel or any idea how to get back to where we were staying that weekend (20 miles away).
After the gig, quite drunk, we tried to find a nearby bar or club. Nothing. So we chose to go to a chinese restaurant instead. Somehow we wangled a free meal when two guys decided they didn't want to eat the meal they'd ordered, but then paid anyway cos they felt guilty
We then tried to find a hotel / B & B. Walked into a nearby park and found two tramps, drinking on a bench. We asked them if they knew of somewhere cheap we could stay. They said they would show us, but only if we sat with them and drank some of their booze with them. No idea what it was. QC or something, terrible, but hey, when in Rome . . .
So we hung out with the tramps for twenty minutes or so. Then they took us to this massive, expensive looking hotel, laughed and walked off. The bouncer on the door said it was full, cos of the gig obviously. We asked if we might go in and use a phone (we didn't have mobiles). He said sure.
As we walked in we noticed the bar to the right was rammed and looked great. We slipped off and casually went into the bar. After queuing, found out we couldn't get served without a room key. So, we joined a table of fellow revellers, befriended them, got a key number and spent the next two hours getting more drunk, and to make it better, the tab was on this guy's room bill, so we were drinking for free.
At the bar I met some old rock n roll casualty, who was spouting things like "Yeah, me and Noel went here" and "And then Liam said this. . ." I questioned him and he claimed to be Oasis' roadie, and knew Pete Townsend, Ronnie Wood yadder yadder. I didn't believe him, and accused him of being full of BS.
When the night wound down, we decided to look up the guy's room whose key we'd be using to get (more) drunk. We snuck upstairs, but his room was locked, and no answer. Back on the next floor down, there were what looked like banquet and conference rooms. We opened a door and a massive room with deep thick carpets was completely empty. Some cupboards in the corner happened to have a dozen or so curtains folded neatly inside. We made up a couple of beds and got five hours sleep.
Woke up feeling great, strolled out, got on the bus and went back to my mates mom's house where we were staying. She made us a massive fry up.
It was my birthday and is close to being the best weekend / gig experience I've had. Despite the fact Oasis were past their best really.
Oh yeah, the second gig was televised that night. We watched it. And guess which rock and roll casualty was was being interviewed onstage before the gig, unravelleing a guitar lead???
