Watching Last Night of The Proms and releasing a constant parade of daddy longlegs back into the wild. At what age did it become acceptable to do this on a Saturday night? Hmmm?!
My other half said that for years, a friend’s parents went on holiday at this time of year and so their ilicit house parties used to involve watching LNOTP after all the mad dog and cheap cider had been consumed. Only on the Wirral.
I love the idea of an end of summer party though; it’d be bitter-sweet. There’s a sense of everyone packing up and going home for the year at the end of Summertime. That’s it-fun’s over! Time to freeze your face off.
That’s not strictly true though. I’m already excited about the lantern festival at Sefton Park, fireworks and all the Christmas markets and ice rinks I keep saying I’m going to get drunk at, year after year. It’s going to happen this December!
So put the date in your diary now, 10th September 2012 for the end of Summer party, chez moi. And bring a jacket!
Wasn’t I a lucky girl this week? Oh me oh my. Observe:
Dolly Parton at the Echo Arena
Weds I went to see the sublime Ms Parton. Having failed to find anywhere to eat either in the Albert Dock or Liverpool One, we fuelled up on a scone at John Lewis cafe. Sad. She was as awesome as you’d expect and played a variety of instruments including saxaphone, which was quite strange to behold. Wowser! Drunken exclamations of ‘we love you, Dolly!’ rang out from a sea of glittery stetsons. I bought a t shirt for a very reasonable twenty rips and then got very drunk indeed and possibly offended a waitress in Circo, although I suspect she was just having a bad day. Long story….
Jimmy Cliff at the Philharmonic
Having spent all day being sick (nice image for you there), I failed to get anyone to accompany me so went alone which worked because I wasn’t feeling too sociable. Invited to pre-show drinks which I couldn’t take advantage of. Bleugh.
The Philharmonic is one of those venues where frequently I see that the audience feel comfortable to express their enjoyment through shouting, dancing and singing-not a shrinking violet to be seen. I’m not sure if it’s the venue itself or the fact that the Phil host very established acts and the audience is made up of long-term fans. Either way, it’s lovely.
Some people don’t like reggae-I believe they’re called idiots (not really. Well actually yes, really). Sir Jimmy’s songs have a philosophical vibe; if you’ve got a problem, there’s bound to be a Jimmy Cliff song that’ll provide the answer. Try it today!
In a nutshell, energetic performance, sang much better than his Glasto show (bit off key I thought) and the million-piece band provided an amazing full sound. Plus he played The Harder They Come and Wild World, crowd pleasers both. No new album stuff, Hurrah!
And now to bed. Need to dry out before the weekend….Nighty night, campers.
Not really-popped into the Bluecoat and met up with some mates. We sat in the garden and watched an old man play harp-lovely stuff. The following day I was going to go back but town was so full of drunks that it wasn’t worth it. Shame really!
I knew there was a reason that I don’t normally bother with it!