From the moment I became Boe’d (a term created by fans to reference their admiration for British singer Alfie Boe), I knew that should some miracle happen and I ever traveled to England, I would absolutely have to take a trek to Fleetwood, the small fishing town in Lancashire where Alfie was raised. The youngest of nine, Alfie still returns to his hometown regularly as his mother and a slew of family still live there and in surrounding areas. Well, a miracle happened, thanks to two very kind women, and recently I did get to the UK for Alfie’s Arena Tour. It was wonderful.
My lovely friend, Annie, another Alfie fan who chauffeured me all over the countryside as we traveled venue to venue, knew of my desire to visit Fleetwood. She’d been there before herself and, thanks to another friend who served as our guide, so to speak, we ventured forth to the seaside town at our first opportunity.
We joked that there really should be an Alfie tour for fans (the little town might be surprised how many fans really do pop in just to take a look at some of the Alfie sites). There were several obvious choices, including the Marine Hall and the catholic high school where Alfie had so much, cough, fun where we dropped by for a bit. It was a hoot to stand on Alfie’s stage at the Marine Hall, for example, though I’m not sure they’d call it Alfie’s stage, but we all know that’s what it is! <G>
One of the other places we went was to the Fleetwood Beach Kiosk, a little stand off the beach run by Craig. Among other things, he sells rock candy, delicious ice cream, and Fisherman’s Friend lozenges. Alfie knows Craig, of course, and they’ve exchanged messages on Twitter, so we couldn’t help but bring it up when we were there. We took pictures and Craig gave me some rock candy for Alfie and his kids.
The next concert was in Glasgow and at the meet and greet, I followed through and gave Alfie the rock candy. He got a big smile on his face as he took possession of the treats. Then he deduced, “So you’ve been to Fleetwood.”
Gulp. A big smile on my face and, as I touched his arm, “Yes. We did the Alfie pilgrimage.” Fortunately, Alfie didn’t ask what all made up the pilgrimage. Always observant, though, he noticed a shopping bag in my possession and noted, “You went to Blackpool, too.” A laugh from me and a short, “Yes,” for the response.
It was fun chatting briefly with Alfie about his beloved hometown. I told him about our visit with Craig. Craig really was so nice. We took pictures and had a great time visiting with him. He’s a happy representative of Fleetwood.
Those Fisherman’s Friend cough lozenges are amazing, by the way. I’ve seen Alfie tweeting with the company, and I’ve even had a response or two from them. I should have bought a package at Craig’s stand and regret not doing so, but Annie did. They came in handy toward the end of the tour when my voice was playing games with me. They warm your throat. The thing is I’ve sworn off cough medications in recent years. So many studies indicate it’s pointless, that they don’t really do anything, and from my own personal experience, I agreed with those findings. So, a few years back, I decided to save my money and let nature take its course.
What really made me a believer was when I arrived home in America. I developed a nasty cold that was mainly a nasty cough. Annie had given me the rest of the lozenges (she really just wanted the tin it came in) and I started taking them as instructed. Lo and behold, they truly have eased the irritation in my throat and reduced my coughing fits. I’ve been amazed. Alfie says he takes these all the time, often before a show. That’s what began my curiosity with the product, but with my own experience, I’m now a big fan of Fisherman’s Friend. It took a long time, but I finally got my free sample last week from the US division. I prefer the UK side of the business, though, since they are more communicative. Maybe they can tell me how to order a package, or maybe I can somehow buy a package from Craig (want one of those tins myself as a reminder of my visit). All I can say is that the product is the first of its kind to actually work for me in years and years, so I’m a believer. Fellas, keep Alfie well stocked!
The only place or connection to Alfie that I was disappointed in was the North Euston Hotel. Craig’s Fleetwood Beach Kiosk is right across the street from the hotel, by the way. Alfie has eaten at the hotel a lot and there have been quite a few tweets done. We actually met the man who often has his picture taken with Alfie when he goes there. He appeared to be very nice. Maybe we scared him off, but after saying he’d be back to take our order, he just disappeared. We never saw him again. Worse, no one was asking for our order. We waited a very long time before finally approaching another staff member who ultimately took our order. Unfortunately, it was a bit of a nightmare. The service was horrible. Our orders were mostly wrong and/or incomplete and it was difficult to get anyone’s attention. When we first sat down, the place was packed. It dwindled down to just us and one or two other tables, but the service never improved.
It’s odd what you remember, too, but one of the female workers was a plodder. By that I mean that when she walked it was like a stomp, and I can still hear her, plodding heavily as she walked all over the room. She seemed frustrated with the kitchen. Maybe they were having issues with their cooks. I don’t know, but what I do know is that I experienced nothing positive about the North Euston Hotel. My hunch, though, is that if I were Alfie, service would have been a hundred times better. Sadly, with our disappearing waiter, essentially no service from any staff member, and incorrect food orders, I would never recommend this hotel. We even had to go in search of our check at the end. It was as if they didn’t care we were there.
Fortunately, the rest of Fleetwood was awesome. We had a lovely afternoon visiting key places (or just spots where we knew he’d been) in the Alfie experience. For example, Strawberry Gardens. We met the owners and had a wonderful chat with them. Alfie’s been there and had his picture taken with Syd, one of the owners. We suggested they should hang that picture on the wall which they thought was a good idea so maybe they will one of these days patrons will see a picture of Alfie on the wall.
For me, though, it was very important to spend some time just taking in one special part of Fleetwood. Part of that was Alfie’s beach. Okay, he doesn’t own the beach, but that’s how I think of it. He’s talked a lot about that beach and being a young boy, looking out at the land in the distance, and wanting to go there. Oops, he thought that land was America. Er, not quite, Alfie, but it was the idea that mattered. It was a bit overcast, so it was hard to see Alfie’s youthful idea of America, but it was out there.
I stood and looked out over that beach for a bit and then I took the short walk from the beach to Alfie’s house, or rather, his mum’s house. That was something, just to be there, to look at it and know that is where his parents and older siblings raised this young man to be the delightful person he is today. I have much respect for Patricia Boe. It wasn’t easy for her to have children, let alone nine of them, but with her husband, Alfred, at her side, nine awesome Boes grew up to have awesome families of their own. What a legacy Alfred and Pat created!
Because of the impact Alfie has had on my life, it was truly special to take in that part of Fleetwood, to visit the church that meant so much to him, where he asked God to give his ailing father peace at last, to see the family home, to look out over the thoughtful sea, and just to walk the streets, imagining the youthful Alfie as he learned who he wanted to be as an adult. In ways, it really was a pilgrimage.
I truly wish we’d had more time to explore and get to know the little town where Alfie is a proud codhead, but for the short time we were there, it was very special. It was so nice to see some of the places Alfie has talked about or mentioned in his memoir, “My Story,” which I highly recommend. There were lots of friendly faces to make the short visit a delight. Special thanks to Craig for being so nice and so much fun.
And, of course, always thanks to Alfie for being such a kind and understanding man. I could have walked the streets of Fleetwood for hours and just relished the time of being in this precious town that helped to shape the Alfie we all know and love today.