Concerts
So, I was dragged to a concert with my sister last night. She wasnt that fussy about going either, but it was a Christmas present so, for my sins, I was taken too.
We got there and its seating only, the support act comes on, then the artist. I have never seen so many woman go wild, jump up and down, scream lewd comments and practically throw their knickers on stage. The artist? Michael fucking Ball (I dont think his middle name is actually fucking, but if it was, it would certainly give him some street cred, because at that point, myself and Dawn lost ours completely) The audience? Sprity seventy year olds, yes we were the youngest there. And at this point, I have to say we were in the highest seats...so Michael looked like a fat David Hassalhoff.
Dont get me wrong, obviously the guy can sing, just not my taste. However, he did sing Knarls Barkley surprising well, but there is just something completely wrong with a guy, dressed in a suit and tie, dancing like your father does at a wedding, singing Scissor Sisters and Amy Whitehouse songs......its just wrong.....
At some point near the end the seated audience in the lower theatre got up and ran to the stage, all looking up at him wide eyed, elbows on stage, face in hands....it was sad. However, they hit the smoke machine, and all those sados ended up having coughing fits which, to me and Dawn's evil minds, was hysterical. One woman a few rows down from us got up at one stage and was dancing like she was on speed...brave woman considering how high we were.....and how old she was, just goes to show, even at seventy, your still young at heart....do you think James Blunt will still being doing cncerts when Im seventy?
Anyway, needless to say we thought it was all very funny. But, never again.
We got there and its seating only, the support act comes on, then the artist. I have never seen so many woman go wild, jump up and down, scream lewd comments and practically throw their knickers on stage. The artist? Michael fucking Ball (I dont think his middle name is actually fucking, but if it was, it would certainly give him some street cred, because at that point, myself and Dawn lost ours completely) The audience? Sprity seventy year olds, yes we were the youngest there. And at this point, I have to say we were in the highest seats...so Michael looked like a fat David Hassalhoff.
Dont get me wrong, obviously the guy can sing, just not my taste. However, he did sing Knarls Barkley surprising well, but there is just something completely wrong with a guy, dressed in a suit and tie, dancing like your father does at a wedding, singing Scissor Sisters and Amy Whitehouse songs......its just wrong.....
At some point near the end the seated audience in the lower theatre got up and ran to the stage, all looking up at him wide eyed, elbows on stage, face in hands....it was sad. However, they hit the smoke machine, and all those sados ended up having coughing fits which, to me and Dawn's evil minds, was hysterical. One woman a few rows down from us got up at one stage and was dancing like she was on speed...brave woman considering how high we were.....and how old she was, just goes to show, even at seventy, your still young at heart....do you think James Blunt will still being doing cncerts when Im seventy?
Anyway, needless to say we thought it was all very funny. But, never again.