I know it's a long time blogging, but here is the update on the Lionel Ritchie Concert.. with a few things added in!
That Saturday arrived like any other. I had decided that I wanted to go shopping too get a new top. That was the excuse to get mother out of the house. We did go to the shops though too get a new top.. hehe!
Anyway I picked up the travel cards, and we set off on our journey. My mother was a little anxious as I had told her that I was going to take a train. She kept asking if it was over ground.
We took a train ride. All the while my mum was holding onto the bar so tight that her hands were turning white. She did not look happy, even more upset when we had to go through a tunnel. Halfway through we had to switch trains. We got off on the platform and both of us realised that neither had eaten. So we decided to go into one of the platform "snack shops." You know the kinda ones.. sell a lot of sandwiches and crisps and not much of anything else apart from coffee!
We both ordered something that resembled cheese and tomato mini baguette rolls. Now the fun begins.
After having travelled for the past 45 mins with a very quiet mother, it kinda made me jump when she suddenly went "Ewww I am NOT eating this" And then promptly spat out the piece she had in her mouth, into a tissue. On that, she then got out of her chair and took the "sandwich" back to the till. Leaving a very bewildered me behind. She proceeded to stand there a good few minutes before someone came to see what the problem was.
To cut it short and return to the main topic, turned out that there was no butter in the roll.. I mean no spread of any sort. They had substituted it with some kind of soured cream/chive mixture. Apparently that’s a healthy option?!
We got back onto the next train and yet again mother clung on for dear life. This was a shorter journey though and only required a couple of stops. Then onto the longest part of the journey, the bus ride.
Nothing to eventful here happened. Apart from the fact that a Chinese lady seemed too be amazed by my hair and couldn't resist keep touching it and pulling it.. Yes I did get somewhat annoyed and relived when she got off.
By the time we arrived in Wembley, my mother was more relived than anything I think, especially when I told her that we was were I wanted to be. She just stood and looked around and said " where is the shop you want?"
For those of you that don't know, When you arrive in Wembley there isn't much in the way of clothes shopping. More grocery stores and places to eat kinda of shops. Oh and a massive police station that was never there before.. I took mother to get a hot drink, amidst her complaining that we came all this way for what exactly. I was smiling inside cause I knew why we had come all this way!!
When we finished our drinks, I took the walk up to the stadium. Mum thought we were going sight seeing at this point and remarked, "Oh yes they just not long re-opened this, I want to see what they have done to it"
Again I grinned to myself. As we were looking around Mum noticed that there were crowds outside of the Arena. And mum being mum, wanted to know why. So off she toddles to find a guy and ask him what was going on. She had past the booths that sell the merchandise for the fans, and glanced in. "Oh look" She shouts over to me "It's that Lionel guy you was asking about..." She stopped mid sentence and just looked at me. " Why are we here, exactly?"
I laughed and produced the tickets I had for the concert. My mother was shocked into silence. And those that know my mother know that, that is almost impossible for her!
The concert was brilliant. Mum thoroughly enjoyed herself. I was worried that, as the arena started to fill up she would get panic attacks. I think that the thrill and excitement overruled, cause although she was nervous, she was fine. This was the first concert that she had ever been to in her life, a "proper" concert that is. With a real life star.
I did feel sorry for her though. My mum doesn’t drink. And the lady that had the seat next to her, obviously like her drink. My mum is like me, small. And the lady next too her was rather tall and as wide. Every time she lifted her arm to take a swig out of her bottle, it blocked my mother's view! LOL But there were screens.
In fact I think that my mother was so full of adrenaline that she decided to come home some of the way on the underground. o.O
I will add this next bit on here, as it is along the same kind of lines as above.
It was coming to the end of mother's stay, and I decided that we would make one last night out of it. So I decided on another concert.. having seen how much she had enjoyed the first one. Thing was I knew that she wanted to see Meatloaf.
I will add that this is not my type of music.
The tickets were a gift. And she was fully aware where she was going this time. In fact she surprised me. I am not sure if the journey first time around had tired her out, or if she was just being brave, but she had agreed to use the underground!!
This was something that she promptly regretted though when we came out the other side. She said her stomach felt funny. We had gone to get a Chinese meal, but she said she felt sick. And then she was. Her whole insides were shaken! But she was brave and faced the underground on the way home! And she thoroughly enjoyed herself there to. This time we had seats above the stage, so there were no interruptions!
And there you have the update of the concert!
