When I returned from lovely Liverpool, and found that access to my blog, and yours, is not possible during lunchtime in the office, I turned to check my Hotmail account with a pet lip firmly in place...
What's this??!
I knew that Fleetwood Mac were currently touring in North America. I had checked their official site quite a bit, for any news of a tour over here, over the pond.
Nothing, nix, de nade, de rien, nichts...
And then, the official tout, and gangmaster of tickets, came up bloggy trumps in my very own e-mail in-box.
Hurrah! FM would be touring the UK...
And would they be sojourning in Newcastle?
Cultural City...
Town of Newcastle Brown, (Note: longer brewed in Newcastle...);
Region of Weepettes, and Leeks??!
Non!
So Fhina thought she'd take a look at Glasgow, the next nearest city.
...Never been there for a concert. In fact, only been there once for work, and saw naught of the city, so might as well make a weekend of it. Fhina'd been wanting to check out the Charles Rennie Mackintosh architecture and other interesting sights for years, so...
I checked with one of my bosses... Could I just try to log on and buy tickets while at my desk?
He said yes. A music fan, he.
Bless him!
Almost an hour and a half later, I was still there... Chucking back back-row tickets, in an attempt to secure seats closer to the stage...
I was willing to pay the top price, not toooo mad when you consider I've been following this band for years, since I first heard Stevie sing Rhiannon and Dreams, in fact... Just after Rumours...
And before then, you ask?
I have loved Fleetwood Mac's, 'Albatross' since I was a child.
Will that do, mes bloggy Mac-Fans?! Am I fan enough to risk spending a hundred pounds or so on two tickets?
Who would you pay the earth to see, if you could, mes bloggy music-lovers?...More of this missive laters, me Bloggy Massive... R-E-S-P-E-C-T - Booyakasha, as Ali G once cried!
