We nearly went to the Broadfield on the way to the gig on Sunday night. As we turned the corner into the Lantern car park we somewhat regretted our decision not to. I hadn’t banked on joining a queue to get in and would rather have been standing at the bar. As it was we joined the queue and looked like we were just as eager to get in as all the others.
I wasn’t expecting to queue, largely because I hadn’t really heard of who we were coming to see and was rather surprised that lots of other people had. Especially surprised when they were all approximately 15. We felt very old and extremely unfashionable. And in Paul’s case very male.
For information short shorts over see through tights are the in thing. If you want to stand out also wear a sort of bowler hat a la Clockwork Orange.
So we queued and felt marginally uncomfortable. I’m sure some of the girls pointed.
The good news was when the door opened most of the other members of the queue went in to grab seats at the front. That and the fact they couldn’t have got served at the bar anyway meant we could order stout and lager in peace. There are benefits to feeling old, honestly.
I had booked the tickets in a flurry of excitement some time ago. I think I got swept along on a tide of us being grown ups with a regular babysitter and an enthusiasm for new stuff, especially music. It was a little bit of an error, albeit a humorous one. We were still knackered from Elvis the night before (who was undoubtedly going to be a hard act to follow). And we felt very very old. I feel the need to mention that again. Fortunately we were also in a good mood so spent most of the night laughing our heads off.
There were three acts. The first was called Shannon Saunders and had a beautiful voice. She’s 18. We felt old. Especially when she kept banging on about the number of YouTube views he’d got.
The second was Frank Hamilton and we both loved his set. Plus he was at least on the way to being 30 so we couldn’t technically have been his parents.
The third and main act of the night was Lewis Watson. We’ve never seen an “internet sensation” before. He’s an artist tipped by some as the next Ed Sheeran, and Paul pointed out he’s also a pretty good guitar player.
It was hard to give him a thorough critique though as we were too distracted by his apparent desirability. There was tittering, giggling and commenting on his every sentence. One girl even suggested having his baby. There was also swaying. Paul said “this must be what swooning sounds like”. Lewis was clearly a very attractive proposition. He looked to me like a regular fairly awkward teenage boy (he’s actually the grand old age of 20). Although I’ll let him off the awkward. You would be too if most of the audience giggled after everything you said. We felt old.
We left early to relieve the babysitter (yep that’ll be the old couple leaving) and outside the venue sat car after car with lone men in the driving seats. I suspect waiting for their daughters in the car was preferable to watching them fawn over an internet sensation with sideways swept hair.
Did I mention I’m old?