Bank Holiday Monday was the day, Earls court was the venue, Janet and I were the spectators (among others..), and George Michael was the performer..
I had mixed feelings on what I was expecting.. I remembered George from back in the day, when Wham! were the in thing, and later in life I remember having his album, Listen without prejudice in my pile of all time favourites. But I also start to dislike celebrities that use their position to try and politically sway people.
I haven’t been to a proper concert in my life, well, I did go see jean michel jarre many moons ago but that’s just a big laser show with stoned geeks and I guess it cant really be used to draw a parallel. There was some discussion as to if I should drive, Janet suggesting that it would be far easier to get the numb-brain train. We ended up with a compromise which meant me parking my beloved at Newbury Park station.. you know that UNMANNED car park right in the heart of Essex Bronx, ala Ilford..
With much deliberating and a few tears I was dragged away from my freshly purchased automobile and headed off into the train station. As soon as we were on the train Janet started doing her tourist bit and taking pictures of us on the train.. and although not completely evident in the picture, it did make me laugh.
We arrive at Earls Court with plenty of time to spare and decide to grab a bite to eat from one of the quality food vendors around the complex. Hot dog it was called, im sure the Hot part of the title was purely for irony and as for the dog part – quite possibly, cos it sure as hell wasn’t pork. Janet took one bite and decided that continuing wasn’t within the best interests of her digestion system and promptly handed me the remainder to dispose of.
It seems that Janet and I have different opinions of what is an acceptable action when asked to dispose of an item of food.
My version is if someone hands you food, its fair game, and if im still hungry then I will dispose of it, internally.
Janets version is that if she hands me food, ive already eaten and therefore couldn’t possibly still be hungry so I should dispose of the food in the trash. No questions.
Anyway, after the food thing we headed up to our seats, asking for some help locating them along the way. The nice stewards kind of chuckled and just pointed vaguely when they saw our seat numbers.. not a good advert for the quality of location we think. When we get there however I was pleasantly surprised – we had a good view of the whole stage. I mean ok, we couldn’t shake the guys hand from where we were without the aid of a 200’ arm extension but for visuals it was perfect.
The show itself was fantastic, I loved it. He really made an effort to involve the crowd and the lighting / special effects / visuals were stunning. My only complaint would be that he didn’t do a lot from the album that I remember him best for, Listen without prejudice but I guess it wasn’t mainstream enough for him to include into the playlist.
I had to laugh at the crowd, mainly gay men, gay women or overweight middle aged women wearing shiny gold outfits that should have been at bingo. (Me and janet are of course the exception to EVERY rule….!)
We left while the last song was playing as to avoid the crowds on the train. We got back to Newbury Park at midnight and I am releaved to report that Tommy the type-R was completely unmolested and sleeping peacefully.
If you are one of my facebook friends you can view the few pics that we took here and if your not, then i guess your out of luck
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