Some Stuff...
Tuesday, 11 July 2006 01:14I went to see Robert Plant tonight at Somerset House, which is right near the River Thames. Doors opened at 7.30, I was there at a quarter to six, so suffice to say I was one of the first. Talked to this really nice family, the mum hadn't seen Perce since Earl's Court in 75, so she was dead excited. My brother arrived in time too, which was cool...
Except I left my phone at home, so nobody could call me. FORTY TWO missed calls, some from Mikey, most from my dad and my granddad, who was worried.
And OMG... I WAS RIGHT AT THE FRONT IN THE MIDDLE! The only people closer were IN THE FUCKING BAND! I SWEAR HE GRINNED AT ME!
It started to rain during the encore (we were outside in the courtyard).... by the time we got to Covent Garden in search of food I was soaked right through to the skin. Still damp, man.
Robert was marvellous, he really was. Beardy and marvellous. Seemed to be enjoying himself and apparently is descended from both Saladin and Pope Pius VI. Beat that.
Going to California nearly made me cry. Beat that.
Except I left my phone at home, so nobody could call me. FORTY TWO missed calls, some from Mikey, most from my dad and my granddad, who was worried.
And OMG... I WAS RIGHT AT THE FRONT IN THE MIDDLE! The only people closer were IN THE FUCKING BAND! I SWEAR HE GRINNED AT ME!
It started to rain during the encore (we were outside in the courtyard).... by the time we got to Covent Garden in search of food I was soaked right through to the skin. Still damp, man.
Robert was marvellous, he really was. Beardy and marvellous. Seemed to be enjoying himself and apparently is descended from both Saladin and Pope Pius VI. Beat that.
Going to California nearly made me cry. Beat that.