I knew it was a mistake to invite Fat Mac to the Brian Wilson concert, but I had extra tickets due to JD not being able to attend, and all of Shaun’s friends were out of town.
Fat Mac eventually arrived outside the venue (the Usher Hall) five minutes before the doors opened, drooling incontinently due to his afternoon’s session with some vino collapso, and demanded his ticket and more beer.
I got round that one by buying him, and myself, a rum & coke. He spilled most of his on the way to his seat, and then proceeded to complain that he wasn’t in the front row. We were in row ‘J’, which was fairly near the front. It was good enough for me however, and I very much enjoyed watching my hero, Brian Wilson, perform a variety of his superb songs. Matt Jardine did a great job of singing the high notes that 73-year-old Brian can no longer hit.
Anyway, to cut a long and boring story short, I would just like to say that the hand above, yes that one in the photo above which is mine, not only high fived Blondie Chaplin twice down the front of the concert, but also at the end of the concert, shook the hand of Al Jardine, who is one of the founder members of The Beach Boys (but you know that obviously).
We are fortunate beings, so we are.