One wet Sunday in October, after an afternoon of nagging by my twelve year old daughter, the man of the house finally crumbled and bought tickets for a JLS concert that felt like a million years away.
“She’ll probably go off them by April anyway,” he said.
(She hasn’t. She has actually been counting down the days ever since.)
“I’ll take her,” he said.
(Yes, wine had been consumed over a lingering lunch.)
Roll on those few months and here we are, set to go and see JLS tonight. And when I say we of course I mean me and my daughter, much to the amusement of the man of the house. Apparently, Daddy is just too embarrassing. For a minute there, I was actually overjoyed to be the least embarrassing parent for once but then I realised that the price I was paying for this was getting to spend the evening at a bloody JLS concert. Oh.
And of course, there are added conditions. Apparently, I can’t wear anything too tragic. Quite what this actually means, I’m not sure but it rules out pretty much all of my wardrobe. Oh, and I’m definitely not allowed to wear anything in JLS colours in case anyone thinks that I actually fancy them. Because that would just be mortifying of course. I don’t fancy them by the way. Although I have been reliably informed by my lovely chum Mrs S, who has been dragged to see JLS by her daughters before, that their abs are quite easy on the eye. Not that I’ll be looking of course *cough* My daughter has also put JLS on my iPod because it is essential that I learn all of the lyrics by tonight. But, and it’s a big but, I’m not actually allowed to sing while I’m there. Not that I would want to inflict my singing voice on anyone of course. Ahem.
The thought of a whole arena of screaming girls and having to sit through hours of support bands who I have never even heard of (never mind the main event itself) is enough to have me reaching for a hip flask. And earplugs. But can I let you into a teeny tiny secret? I’m actually looking forward to it. It will be my daughter’s first concert and I’m actually thrilled to be sharing that first with her. I can only hope that her taste in music improves some time in the near future. It will also be lovely to spend some time with my beautiful big girl, just the two of us (and a few thousand strangers too but you know what I mean)
And the chance to be deemed the least embarrassing parent for (probably) one night only?