Blending in...

One of my all time favourites quotes is from a film called The Blues Brothers...you may know it...

"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses...hit it!"

Well this evening, in my car it went something along the lines of, "it's fourteen miles to the concert, we've got half a tank of diesel, a pack of chewing gum, it's dark...and we're wearing tena lady...hit it."

Not quite as cool as wearing a black trilby and dark sunglasses, but we were gonna be needing those tena lady's by the end of the evening...alas we aren't getting any younger.

We have just spent the last couple of hours moshing in the pit to Example. Poor J really didn't know what to make of it all, as the crowd surged when he came on.
"Why are those boys taking their shirts off?" She exclaimed.
"For our entertainment." Said Pootle, "just enjoy."

It was like a heavy drug filled night in Ibiza, but a sober one in cold Brighton...however, nevertheless we have bounced like the rest of the kids, and moshed when moshing was required.  We have worked off several hundred calories, and we all limped back to the car at the end of the night.

The best bit of the night, was a young lad trying to impress a few young girlies by chatting to J, and them hoisting her up on his shoulders so she could see Example in all his glory.
"Not quite sure why they thought it would impress the girls," J said happily, she has never been on anyone's shoulders at a concert so it was a bit of a life moment.
However, her excitement didn't last long when one of the girls turned round and said, "they thought you were our mothers."

Oh god...really? Did she have to say that?

It really did feel like we'd been thrown back to our younger teenage years, and Pootle swore that she saw the police swoop in on a drug deal happening in the corridor.
"God, they are only young...maybe it wasnt drugs...maybe they were sharing a bag of minstrels?" She suggested.
Yeah, I can see it now...'hey you, sniff...yeah er, got any minstrels? Yeah, you know the stuff...melts in your mouth but not in your hand...'

What the hell, we have given it our best shot and kept up with the crowd...we didn't even flinch when the beer throwing contest got us covered.

Example was truly excellent; and if going to see him means I have to stand out in a crowd as a member of SAGA...what the hell, you only live once.