I felt like I could die
Yesterday I got so old
It made me want to cry
Well, I didn't get to see Jonas last night because the band, as they say, played on, and on, and on, and still going, and yet more and omg will this ever end?
Don't get me wrong, I love The Cure, I love R Smith and it's a love of a lifetime and I was really enjoying myself and they played nearly all my faves and some very welcome surprises but I'd bought my ticket for the standing area because I wanted to dance and standing on my bendy wendy ankle for over three hours, well, ouch doesn't quiet cover it.
I did dance though. After half and hour it didn't make any difference so I swayed and shimmied to my faves and looked at the pretty light show (it was a good light show, looked like it was done by some britpop darling, and especially good on beer and pandaols). Funny how beer, pandols and ouchy ankle brought back crystal clear memories of going to see Elling.
But no, though my feet rebelled (and I'm all hobblely today) my head and heart rejoiced, especially when the stage went green and I knew the next note would be the first in A Forest, ditto when I heard the opening to Boys Don't Cry.
And yes, like the review said, because the band spanned decades of styles and fans, it was cute to watch various folk suddenly get all excited as their particular songs were played. I was particularly amused at all the middleaged booty being shaked, and I sear I even saw a couple of people going the stomp, which is seriously old skool, but my hat has to go off to the two tubby middleaged chaps who cavorted and charged about like drunk dancing bears, but they were so happy and silly and everyone just got out of their way and looked on in bemusement.
So it was a good night, insanely sore feet aside. Took me forever to get home and I couldn't sleep in the three hours left to me because I was too tired to make a hot water bottle (see above: middleaged) so my poor sore feet were cold as well, then I discovered that the sheet tickling my throat was actually a large cockroach trying to climb down my pjs. So that was the end of sleep. So I'm a bit punch drunk today. Oh well.
PM Update: Two Young Ones quotes in two minutes. Not a personal best, but still. The first was the Hallmark reminder, reminding me I was missing Jonas: you utter utter utter bastards.
The second erupted as a result of this annoucement:
The Doctor and Donna book a date with Agatha Christie, as in Not Felicity Treacle Tits Kendal!
Vyvyan:[Ripping up the introduction to The Good Life ] NO, NO, NO, NO! WE ARE NOT WATCHING THE BLOODY GOOD LIFE! BLOODY, BLOODY, BLOODY! I HATE IT! IT'S SO BLOODY NICE! FELICITY "TREACLE TITS" KENDAL, AND RICHARD "SUGER COATED SNOT" BRIERS! WHAT DO THEY DO KNOW? CHOCOLATE BLOODY BUTTON ADS, THAT'S WHAT! THEY'RE NOTHING BUT A COUPLE OF REACTIONARY STEREOTYPES, CONFIRMING THE MYTH THAT EVERYONE IN BRITAIN IS A LOVABLE MIDDLE CLASS ECCENTRIC, AND I! HATE! THEM!
Mike: That's a highly articulate outburst there, Vyv. I only hope they're not watching.
Rick: Well you can shut up now, Vyvyan. You can just about blummin' well shut up! Because if you've got anything horrid to say about Felicity Kendal, then you can just about blummin' well say it to me first!
Vyvyan: Rick, I just did!
Rick: Oh you did, did you? Well I ought to give a ruddy great punch on the bottom for what you just said! You're talking about the woman I love!
Neil: And me, I love her too!
Neil's Father: Well I agree with the spotty twerps on that one. Felicity Kendal is sweetly pretty, just what a real girl should be. I mean, speaking as a Feminist myself I can safely say this; that Felicity Kendal is a wonderful woman, and I want to protect her.
Vyvyan: Well it's the first time I've ever heard it called that!
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