Oh, Robbie, you were worth the slow and painful journey with She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named ... She-Who-Talks-From-The-Moment-She-Arrives-At-My-House-Until-The-Curtain-Goes-Up...I love huge rock/pop stadium gigs. I've seen some of the greats and, although some people say that being with so many other people (65,000 on Friday night) makes them feel anxious/claustrophobic, I've never felt like that. You have your own personal space around you, your own 'bubble'. Inside that there is no-one and nothing - no-one but you; nothing but your memories of where you were when you first heard this or that song; nothing but your own emotions evoked by certain songs; nothing but you and the music.
And, beyond your bubble, there is a congregation. You cannot help but be absorbed into the energy of the crowd. With so many people singing along with the songs you've loved, arms in the air, swaying, singing, it's not a religious experience, more a connection of humanity. In this age of wifi/internet/ remote living, it is wonderful to see people coming together for a single purpose - be that a rock concert, a protest march, or a peaceful celebration of the Soltice. There is hope for this world yet...
Villiers Hotel in Buckingham was only 9 miles from Milton Keynes Bowl. I got a room rate of £85 instead of £150; the breakfast (inclusive) was yummy, and the room was lovely. I can thoroughly recommend it - AND - if you can get to see the Robster, GO FOR IT!
My mucker from work, Leeanne, was right up the front in her red 'Donny' cap, and got on the screen at least 3 times! Way to go, Lee!
Back to work on Monday. How effing shite ....
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