Macca didn't get me spanked this time

Macca was fantastic, as I've already said, and if any of you get a chance to see him before he finally hangs up his guitar, all I can say is 'Do it', and don't for one minute have doubts about his advanced years, the guy did almost 3 hours without a break and he entertained!

My son said it all to me when I spoke with him after we got back, he said he would have liked to go and I apologised I would have got extra tickets if I'd known but I thought Macca might be a bit un cool for my son's age group. "What! Roared my son, Mom, he's a Beatle, his music is fantastic, don't think for one minute he's owned by your generation, McCartney is for all generations." True actually, there were all ages at the show from teenagers to octogenarians.

A few of the songs he sang -

Magical Mystery Tour -

All my Loving

Jet

Drive my Car

Paperback Writer

Let it Be

Love and Let Die - Smoke and fireworks for this one. Quite spectacular

Eleanor Rigby

Band on the Run

Back in the USSR

Hey Jude - The whole place up on their feet and everyone singing and arm waving

Encore 1

The World/All you need is Love

Day Tripper

Get Back

Wonderful Christmastime - Macca sang this one with a choir and fake snow falling. A magical moment a few days before Christmas

Encore 2

Yesterday

Not the best pics but you get the idea.

Now down to the spanking, or lack of. You all know about hotel spankings, I'm exactly the same, I love 'em, worry about making a noise, look sideways at other guests in the corridor or bar, wonder whether P has brought something with him or whether he'll improvise with a something from the hotel, sitting on a sore backside at breakfast, I could go on. Anyway it didn't happen, all I got was a pat on my bum next morning and told to get a move on it was 9.00am, we'd both overslept.

Manchester weather did for me (sorry Manchester, I love you as a city but I've been caught out by your weather before), it rained almost all day. The BBC said it would clear in the evening but it didn't, it was dry when we walked to the the MEN arena but absolutely pouring when we came out. We'd got drenched once in the afternoon and now it seemed another drenching was in store. We avoided the taxis, which were log jammed anyway all around the venue, and skipped across puddles all the way past the Arndale shopping centre where the traffic was moving, then we jumped in a cab back to the hotel. Soaked.

We had twenty minutes before bar closing to grab a nightcap and review the evening, then we were spotted by a couple we knew from Birmingham and they joined us and we chatted and the bar closed so we got night porter drinks for a couple more hours, the evening ended enjoyably but much later than we'd intended. So to bed, sleep, wake (late), pat on the bum, skip breakfast, motorway by 10.00am.

So Macca didn't get me spanked this time.

Ronnie

xx