So, this morning I spent half an hour attending to The Rat's toes. I can now report that she looks quite smart. The only thing is, the tidying up of her tootsies has left her toenails on show, and they are overdue for clipping. The only problem is that she is going to squeal like a stuck pig as each one is shortened by a few millimetres ... she is such a drama queen!
It was a fairly quiet day, but we did head over to a local dog walking field and spent a hour hurling tennis balls for the dogs to chase. They had a lovely time and were quite exhausted by the time our time slot came to an end.
On of the reasons driving this afternoon's canine exercise session was a puzzling event in my calendar. Apparently I was to spend the evening at the Regal Cinema in Evesham watching a Frankie Valley and the Four Seasons tribute act.
Now I had been aware of this upcoming event for a few weeks and, on and off, I have been wondering, and asking, WHY the hell I would have agreed to attend this performance?
I also wondered WHO thought I would actually enjoy it, and, of slightly less importance, WHAT the performance would actually entail?
30% was suspiciously vague when these critical questions were raised. This got my spidey senses tingling. Despite repeated questions, I got no further information, so grudgingly tidied myself up and provided chauffeur services to the event.
It is fair to say that I wasn't looking forward to the show. I am not a fan of Fifties/Sixties American do-wap, hence I couldn't, for the life of me, understand why I had agreed to go?
On the drive to Evesham it transpired that 30%'s friend, Paula had arranged the event many, many months ago.. That fact didn't answer any of my key questions. It could, possibly, be argued that it raised several more. I am, for the moment, assuming that several months ago Paula asked 30% if we wanted to go, and 30% had agreed without consulting me.*
Anyway, I was at The Regal, I was in the company of friends, so I had better put on my "I'm really enjoying the show" face.
So the show started and it was four American gentlemen who sang a series of Four Seasons songs interspersed with a narrative about the history, formation and hits of the band. They were very well rehearsed and sang very well, BUT it was unbelievably cheesy!
The matching suits, the dreadful sixties/seventies choreography,** and the odd attempts to perform in character just didn't work for me. It just seemed dreadfully old fashioned, despite their hard work and professionalism.
On the way home*** 30% admitted that she hadn't really enjoyed it either. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't really our sort of thing.
AND, we still haven't a clue how we ended up agreeing to go?
My suggestion that the show really needed a Stevie Nicks impersonator dressed as The Ghost of Christmas Past needs to be taken under consideration.
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* I will accept that, somewhere in the multiverse, a somewhat simpler version of myself was asked about this event and grudgingly agreed to go. For the record I need to state that this was DEFINITELY not in this reality.
** I swear I saw a couple of moves from last week's Tai Chi session!
*** AFTER we had dropped off Paula & Neil, and Mummy Sheila
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