I’m feeling a bit left out at the moment.
Not only am I the only chubby one I’ve seen at the gym, but the other mummies are all aflutter over Take That. I’m not aflutter over Take That. So, take that. (Boom boom!)
Tickets for their 2011 stadium tour are now on sale. Everyone’s very excited about it. Except for me.
I just never got into them. “Whatever I did, whatever I said, I didn’t meant it,” well that’s not an apology is it? He doesn’t even know what he did wrong. Come back when you’ve learnt to take personal responsibility, Gary.
I do love Robbie though. Oooh he’s a cheeky one that Robbie. He flashed his arse at the concert I went to, so I do love to tell people I’ve seen his bottom. Unfortunately so has everyone else.
But I’ve just never been a fan of the boy band, except for a brief and secret flirtation with Westlife.
A few years ago, a lovely English friend was having none of it. She was also dismayed to find I was clueless about 80s Brit pop, and she made it her mission to open my eyes. In my defence, my first ever concert was Slim Dusty. It was in a paddock, I was in my pyjamas and spent the night watching Dad jumping around yelling, “Go Slim!” Here’s some advice, on your first day at boarding school when you are asked what concerts you’ve been to, don’t say, “Slim Dusty.”
We had a road trip planned, so my friend decided that’d be the perfect time to start me off on Duran Duran. Where I am from, Duran Duran are exceptionally uncool so I was far from thrilled. On the big day, we were driving from Perth to the Pinnacles, but took a wrong turn. That day I said the one sentence you don’t want to hear in a Toyota Corolla: “Oh shit, we’re in the wrong desert.” But you know what? Duran Duran got us through. How can you not love the panting in “Hungry Like the Wolf?”
As an aside, when we eventually did get to the Pinnacles we didn’t get out of the car. We just sat inside eating Twisties, reading Who magazines and listening to Duran Duran – while outside is the most haunting landscape you will ever see. It just wasn’t right.
So to all you wonderful Take That fans – enjoy. I know it’s big news and that you all get fab tickets. And while you’re at your concert, I’ll be listening to Powderfinger (but possibly sneaking in some Westlife).