In much the same way as my dad used to take me to Manchester United matches in the 1980s so we could have some sort of common interest, the boot is on the other foot now I take daughter #1 to see noisy rock bands.
Back in the late 80s United were dreadful.
Ticket touting is illegal, unless you run a reputable website and call it a ticket exchange, and at the start of last week a brief was £100 plus the website’s cut of £27
And we’d stand on the United Road terrace as Fergie’s boys huffed and puffed against mid-table teams full of ageing journeymen.
And that gave us something to talk about.
Fast forward 27 years and popular beat combo Royal Blood were playing at Blackpool’s Empress Ballroom – and daughter #1 fancied going.
The thing is, their entire tour sold out in two minutes in October.
Does she think I can magic tickets out of thin air? Apparently I can.
Ticket touting is illegal, unless you run a reputable website and call it a ticket exchange, and at the start of last week a brief was £100 plus the website’s cut of £27.
It has taken 45 years but at last I have more sense than money.
But as the gig got closer the sellers got twitchy and the day before the show the price halved.
So I took a pair off their hands and off we went.
Now I’m of a certain age (retro is the kindest word) every time I turn up to see a band there’s this song playing in my head, Fred Wedlock’s 1981 hit Oldest Swinger In Town.
In a crowd of thousands, I counted four people older than me.
As for the band, they were something else.
They even moved daughter #1 to dance.
For those of you not down with the kids *coughs* Royal Blood consist of a bass player who sings and a drummer. That’s it.
Think of The White Stripes v Black Sabbath and you’re not far off.
But I have never seen the drums played with such exquisite timing while being smashed with such violence. Ben Thatcher seemed to me like Animal off The Muppets in human form. If he reads this, I hope he takes that as a compliment because that’s what it is.
During the show daughter #1 asked if she could sit on my shoulders to get a better view. With my back? You’re kidding.