Look, it was nice – and I said so – but immediately afterward I thought that it was quite a ‘soft’ gig. Which was probably what they were intending, but just safe, really. A bit dull, all up.
But then, I can hardly be talking – we went to the gig, had a babysitter and all. And we talked it up, at dinner beforehand, about a nightcap or two after. Then, just before the second set starts Katy tells me she’s fantasising about an early night. And I am too. We watch the gig. It’s nice – as I said – and then we cab home. Half a TV program and a chocolate biscuit on the couch and we are done. We wake up several hours later, middle of the night (well, middle of the morning) to crawl to bed.
The big treat was having a babysitter and an early night.