Manchester (continued)

About ten days have passed and I seem to have lost the essence of the show experience. I find it difficult to remember detail about any of the songs. As dearly as I would have loved to catch time in my hands and hold it, to hang on to the essence of the experience, I could not do it. It is over. It is gone. I will have to find a way to deal with the sense of loss that threatens to overwhelm me at the moment.

But I can see myself very clearly on both nights. In Sunderland in the pit, absolutely overwhelmed by the mass of people pressed around me (have read that somebody said he has Continue reading

Manchester – 22 June 2012

  1. To my surprise I found Manchester a lovely city. If we only had more time …
  2. It often rains in Manchester. As in all the places I have been on this tour.
  3. The special buses to the stadium were wonderful – once we had found them.
  4. Rain driven by wind is even wetter than rain falling straight down.
  5. Ethiad Stadium is large and imposing and quite beautiful. Even if you are no football fan.
  6. What was called the box office in Sunderland, was here called something else. (Can’t remember – but we found it in the end.)
  7. You only feel it’s real when you have that ticket in your hand.
  8. No, I don’t know what I will do with Continue reading

Facing the fear

I was raised in fear.

No, not fear for my life or my possessions. Lucky me.

But mostly fear of the unknown, the fear that something will go wrong somewhere. My dear old mother was a worrier. She worried constantly about everybody in the huge family. Will the one who is travelling have an accident? Will the one with a cold get pneumonia? Will the one doing an exam fail?

Of course her worry was born out of love. And of course life sometimes Continue reading