I Really Really Really Wanna Zig Ah Zig…. Eh?

12 Feb

When I heard that the Spice Girls musical was being made, I was excited. Not the quiet, adult excited that most 26 year olds display, but the running to my friend Fi and proclaiming that we absolutely MUST go type of total excitement.

As a child I loved the Spice Girls. I zig a zig aaaahed with the rest of them, not really knowing what it meant (does anyone?) but not wanting to be left out of the revolution that was spicing up ones life. At 10, they were the best thing ever, and there were regular arguments when playing at school over who got to be which Spice Girl. My little sister loved them too, totally confused as to why but knowing with total certainty that if her big sister was doing it, it was absolutely something that she should be doing too.

But, like any 10 year old, I desperately wanted to fit in with the crowd, and as we got slightly older, actually admitting that you liked something was so uncool.

One Sunday evening, we were forced into the car and dragged to London by our Dad on the premise that we were taking his best friend to work. No one works on a Sunday I commented. Can’t I just stay at home with Mum? Little Princess stamped her feet and protested car sickness, going through all the normal avoidance techniques practiced on her Daddy in the past, but he was having none of it.

We sat in the back of the car and sang along to the Top 40, doing the dance moves and being laughed at by the grown ups in the front of the car. My Father remarked that if I remembered school work like I remembered song words I’d be the next Einstein. How rude!

The Spice Girls came on to the radio and my sister and I chattered away at the lyrics, doing the dance routine, until we were asked “So you girls like the Spice Girls?”


“Noooooooooooo! Theyre terrible! Sooooo uncool!” was our response. Typical belligerent little girl stuff.

We pulled up outside Wembley Arena, and were escorted to our seats, ready to watch the Spice Girls. I remember the gut wrenching embarrassment of being so rude when we were being treated to such a present, and the toe curling excitement at being told we were going backstage to meet them after the show. Turns out my Dad’s best friend worked with them and had organised a treat for us. We jiggled through the concert with excitement until the time came and we were whisked through to a room backstage. At this point, my darling little sister ran off, and spent the rest of the evening throwing up, overcome with excitement. She returned briefly for us to have our photo taken with Mel B (which looks scarily like Harry Potter’s female alter ego and a blonde, child version of Mel B with mental blonde curls) before running back to resume throwing up duties.

Fast forward a few (nearly 20) years, and the Olympics was on, complete with Spice Girl boogying on a bus at the ceremony, and everyone was so excited again that they could cry. I watched the closing ceremony with my housemates, and at one point i was torn; I was desperate for the loo but the Spice Girls still hadn’t been on. I ran out the room shouting “If they come on call me, use the code phrase!!” They asked what the code phrase was and heard me screaming from the bathroom “SPICE UP YOUR LIFE, OBVIOUSLY!”

I think that’s set the scene. For most of my life, I have unashamedly loved the Spice Girls, so the idea of going to see the musical was the best thing ever. We dreamed of glittery mini dresses and Union Jacks; cabaret versions of our favourite songs and lots of Girl Power and animal print.

It wasn’t to be. To say it was the most painful two hours of my life would be a total understatement. At one point, Fifi started rummaging in her bag and I was concerned she was looking for a pen to stab herself in the eye with. All ten of us cringed and winced as the Mum and Dad sang 2 Become 1 in some seedy B&B in Spice Girls land, and when asked if I wanted a sip of water I politely asked if there was enough to drown myself with. It was horrible.

See this as a warning (although a good few people have asked me what I expected..) if you loved the Spice Girls with all the space in your teeny tiny little pre teen heart, DON’T GO AND SEE THE MUSICAL. My work here is done.

10 Responses to “I Really Really Really Wanna Zig Ah Zig…. Eh?”

  1. Richard L Wiseman February 12, 2013 at 6:22 pm #

    Cigar? Just ‘spitballing’, but it sounds like cigar. Spice girls not my century, but we all have the music of our time. Great that you got to see them. Your dad sounds great.

    • tinkerbelle86 February 12, 2013 at 6:24 pm #

      You know what? He really is.
      Takes a new meaniing when you think a whole generation of little girls were singing about wanting a cigar, doesnt it?

      • Richard L Wiseman February 12, 2013 at 6:27 pm #

        Yeah. On the other hand I think given the rest of the lyrics it might be a way of expressing more carnal desires without overtly saying it. Girl power!

  2. prenin February 13, 2013 at 6:49 am #

    When I was a kid I liked ABBA, but couldn’t say it as it would have meant a beating! 🙂

    The Spice Girls were good – I have a few of their songs on file – but that was then and this is now! 🙂

    Love and hugs!


  3. Victoria-writes February 13, 2013 at 3:51 pm #

    I was so excited when I heard about it (I saw their reunion tour, love them!) but after the reviews didn’t bother booking and this has made my decision seem a good one! They should have written it as their story what a shame. I really hope the Bridget Jones one isn’t as big of a let down!

    • tinkerbelle86 February 13, 2013 at 3:53 pm #

      There’s a Bridget Jones one? God the only reason I tolerated the second film was because of Paul Nichols! It was so bad, not to mention the fact that that tickets were £45 a pop and we didn’t even have the best seats. Luckily we got gifted tickets from work because I would have been so annoyed if we paid for them. Go see Shrek instead, that was brilliant!!

      • Victoria-writes February 13, 2013 at 3:55 pm #

        Lily Allen is writing the songs for it! Yeah 2nd film wasn’t good, still love the books so hopefully they stick more to them! Glad you didn’t pay for the tickets 🙂

        • tinkerbelle86 February 13, 2013 at 3:55 pm #

          The worrying thing is Joanna Lumley wrote the Spice GIrls musical!

  4. 1stpeaksteve February 20, 2013 at 5:04 pm #

    Your parents at least were cool enough to recognize what you and your sis liked and then surprise you. My parents were cool like that too! …Only the super plan failed like the Hindenburg.

    When I was a young lad, I really liked that rambling Ozzy Osbourne. Well, my parents saw the name at a local festival and packed us up to surprise us. When we got close, I noticed the people seemed a bit…well… They seemed like they were in that old American show, “The Beverly Hillbillies”!

    Sure enough, it was not Ozzy. It was some band called the Osbournes or something along those lines and they were a blue grass band. We were all a bit let down.

    Well, the good thing is that it provided some fodder to make fun of them later on in life!

    They tried!

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