Categories: unmentionable, humour, really
Tags: Baroque music, silliness, Jethro Tull
Date: 13 March 2010 21:49:42
Mr M and myself had a trip back down memory lane yesterday when we took ourselves off into Reading to see Jethro Tull in concert. Not surprisingly,the average age of the audience was, how shall we say it...mature, to the point that the beloved and self were probably one of the youngest people there. Though thinking back, the same applied last time round, in the prehistoric '80's when we were not that much older than our daughter. "Where have the years gone?" I wondered, as I sat in the bar beforehand, nursing my mouth ulcers, and regaling Mr M with the gory details of that morning's post gastroscopy visit to the doctor. Reflecting ruefully also that whereas last time round I could barely see the band because I was too vain to admit I needed to wear glasses or contact lenses; this time although I wear both, I still can't see clearly as I'm too vain to admit I need bi-focals. And who would have guessed that such innocent amusement could be gained from watching the small but steady trickle of audience members wind their way in and out throughout the set - bound for the littlest room.
So after all the gripes and grumbles, did we enjoy ourselves? The answer's a resounding YES! We even splashed out and bought some chips on the way home. But in case any readers are worrying in case we let all that dangerous living go to our heads, you'll be relieved to learn that we were back home, tucked up in bed with a hot water bottle and the cat, by midnight.