In which a young Chickenlady gets chatted up by an older man
Many, many years ago when I was a fresh faced undergraduate my best friend Shell asked me to go with her to a concert at Wembley.

I'd never been to Wembley before so I was quite keen on seeing someone well known and undoubtedly brilliant there.

Shell was one of my 'cooler' friends - she knew all the words to every Smiths song and could recite most of the works of Sylvia Plath. Shell was cool and miserable - an undergraduate Norway if you like.

That's why it came as a huge shock when red-faced and rather sheepish she told me the concert at Wembley was…

Jason Donovan

I know, I should have put this in last week's QOTW.

Anyway, after I'd stopped laughing at Shell and her crap taste in music (this was a long time ago and I can't really criticise her - I've got both James Blunt albums) I agreed to go just for the experience of seeing a big concert gig rather than the little ones I was used to - mainly at the Margate Wintergardens - classy.

I drove Shell and a couple of other student mates up to London. We parked at Anna's house - Anna was a maths undergrad and had more facial hair than any of the lads in her year, but could always be relied upon for a good laugh.

After a long journey we arrived at the stadium and finally found our seats.
I was at the end of our small group of four or five so I had to sit next to a stranger.

The entire place was packed with raging oestrogen, Clearasil fumes and an undertone of squeaky clean sexuality not seen since the last Cliff Richard tour.

Next to me was a father with two young daughter who looked around ten or twelve years old. They jumped up and down in their hard orange plastic seats which clashed with their bubblegum pink ra-ra skirts. Their father sighed heavily and glanced over at the group of beguiling women sitting next to him.

I smiled sympathetically - although a few years off producing my own offspring I was fairly tolerant not least of all because a)this was a Jason Donovan concert and b)I was part of the way through training to be a primary school teacher at the time and it's sort of in the contract that you really ought to tolerate kids.

He took this sympathetic smile as a come on.

He shifted in his seat and angled himself towards me.

I was very flattered - this was a handsome older man, why, he must have been at least thirty-five!

We chatted about how busy it was, how many kids were there, how both of us weren't really Jason Donovan fans, how we'd both come for the sake of others - he his daughters, me my friend.

We laughed politely.

Hmm…this could have potential…. I thought.

He smiled at me.

He complemented me on my outfit (jeans and a t-shirt I think).

He smiled again.

I smiled.

We both smiled.

FFS! Get on with the story about how it turns into shagging!

Then he leaned forward and said, "Music was much better when we were kids, wasn't it?"

"Of course!" I replied and I grinned knowing that this would flatter him.

"So" he said, "Do you remember where you were when the Beatles split up?"

…..


…..


…..

"Erm….I don't think I'd been born."




He nodded and turned back to his daughters.

I turned back to Shell and Anna and made a mental note to buy industrial quantities of anti-aging creams.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 17:18, 8 replies)

*sniggers*

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 17:22, closed)

It was obviously the harsh lighting.
It can be a bugger at these events.
( girlinthehole, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 17:30, closed)

That must have been it!
Or maybe I just looked particularly rough that day...all those years ago.

That's what really burns - this was years ago!

Thank god I got hold of that special painting I keep in the attic.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 17:34, closed)

Pffft.
I've met you. You look no older than your years, certainly.

What a git.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 4 Dec 2008, 17:36, closed)

Hear Hear!

Your lovely self and PJM are the 'Brangelina' of B3ta!

*hates self for using the term 'Brangelina'*
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 5 Dec 2008, 8:55, closed)

I'm never
going to be able to look at PJM in the same way again!
(Bazongaloid, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 11:10, closed)

Brangelina?!
I'm going to have problems looking at PJM in the same way after that too.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 14:46, closed)

Sorry I didn't reply sooner
I was shagging Angelina Jolie.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Fri 5 Dec 2008, 15:11, closed)