Tonight I had something to look forward to. Although really it wasn’t for me. I put my mom and dad in the car and we head off to see Andre Rieu at Birmingham. I say Birmingham, as that is what it said on the ticket. And thus headed to the NEC to see him like we did last year on the train. This year though as there was 3 of us going I drive. On arrive at the NEC I saw the car park sign for Bear Grylls and the Resort and then another sign for Andre Rieu, I thought it was the next car park on the left but I was wrong. This was a slip road back directly onto the motorway. There is a very long loop to get back to the NEC, but that’s okay, we set out early enough for this. On the second time in the car park area, we read Bear Grylls to the left, Andre Rieu is at the Birmingham Area City Center….. What! What! You have got to be kidding. I think about it quick, head onto the motorway, put my foot down and consider the possibilities of getting as close to the NIA with Paradise Circus closed. This is awkward, we have twenty minutes to do it in. Luckily I know the Birmingham roads well enough to get us close, however as we near the epicentre, the traffic is at a standstill. there is 5 minutes to go to the start, I pull the car up and tell my parents to get out and walk that way, the white building in front of them is it. I will be sometime to park the car. In fact I got to the car park quiet quickly driving round Five Ways and up Broad Street. I was let in the car park that was full, but thought it had spaces. I drove round and round and round with some other cars. By this time my bladder was ready to burst. There was only one thing for it, to head to the roof, where it is dark and somewhere to temporarily leave the car. At the roof, at the top, there was a darkend space. Someone had left! no matter how tight the space was, we were going to park there if I could only stop myself peeing in my new car. I did it, I got out and I pee’d right there.
Some minutes later I was in and seated. At least I’d missed the rush. My parents had made it, well you can never tell with them.
And so the show went on.
And beautiful it was.
Afterall I was sitting with an empty bladder.
And some Russians thrown in.
We had drums.
We had wind instruments.
But mostly we had Russians.
Had they been to the German Market one wonders.
The backing singers definitely had.
And the music went on.
the pantomime too.
And the opera singing
Filled the house
Devine, the orchestra so beautiful.
The show man ship
Happiness all around.
This is what life is all about.
And the show goes on
sprinkled with some spontaneity.
Some joyful singing
an eternity in music heaven.
How could this be beaten?
By being Christmassy too.
Let the Christmas cheer begin
Let the joy flood out.
Together in a chemistry
that only classical music can achieve
from the soul a beauty contained within
that brings so much
to those around
which is what this is all about
But like all good things
There is an end, an end until next time.
And after twenty on curs the orchestra finally leave for the final time.
it’s over now.
And so the journey home, at least we will be heading in the right direction……