All my mother knew she had to do on Saturday was pick up Fanny from her home in Broxbourne and then drive to my appartment in London. Arrive by 4PM I said.
They litterally were here at just before four and we all had a coffee while I showed Mum how the Wii worked and we created an Avitar for her. Fanny had spent the morning wondering what on earth to wear as she rightly said, my mother always looks so glamourous. To that end I was running around the flat deciding what to wear too. Settled on suit slacks, polo short and a cashmere jumper from Banana Republic.
I asked mum if she had any idea what we were doing, but despite the fact I had bought the tickets n the summer, she said No, maybe a West End Show. When I told her we had tickets to see Barry Manilow she was delighted. I was sure she liked him, but turns out she has been to see a few shows of his before.
We drove to the 02 for 5:00 and then found a restaurant for dinner. The pre show, Bobby Davro, started at 8:00, then Barry Followed.
I think I was one of the youngest in the audience but he put on such a great show, dare I say it was as enjoyable as Madonna's sweet and sticky tour. I didnt know all of the songs he sang, but there are so many I did.... I write the songs, Could it be magic, Cant Smile without you. Everyone was singing along then when you could hear the Bongo drumbs kick off Copa Cobana not a single person, mother included was not standing and singing along as his backing singers marched out fully clad in colourful Brazillian outfits.
Had a really lovely evening and Mother said what a great show it was. Fanny and mother were able to nip in the car through the Blackwall Tunnel and I jumped on the tube one stop and then took the DLR home. What a difference from Wembley. I was in the flat less than half an hour after the show finished and had a chance to see one of the greatest song writers of all time. Oh and I nearly forgot, joint on stage for a song in the middle was the one and only Lulu.
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