Me and my better half were at the Lionel Ritchie gig at the SECC last night – like most of the audience we have snuggled on the sofa to his greatest hits.
It was a great gig – marred only by the production manager’s penchant for filming members of the audience and showing them live on the big screen during Lionel’s best numbers. Frankly, if I want to see drunken fat women from the West of Scotland singing “Three Times a Lady”, I only have to stand in the queue at AbraKebabra on a Saturday night. I do not want to have to pay fifty quid for the privilege of seeing them blown up to a hundred times life size and leering down at me like some creature from a 1950s B movie.
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15 years ago
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