I can vividly remember my first crush. I was five years old and I couldn't wait for Saturday when I could see Jack Wild in HR Pufnstuff.
I thought he had the cutest smile EVER.
Then came the day when we were walking to school and my brother said to me
"Are you going to watch HR Pufnstuff this weekend?"
"Of course I am!" I retorted.
"No you're NOT!", he announced gleefully. "It's finished. It's not on anymore!"
I remember my little heart cracking ever so slightly. And that was my first....of many.....breakups!!!
In the 80s his smile was surpassed by the cheeky grin of Marti Pellow, lead singer from Wet Wet Wet.
And boy could he sing! The velvet tone to his voice made me melt!!!
I'm just going to have a moment out, to relive my youth!
Last year I went to see Wet Wet Wet in concert in the O2/ 3 arena/ The Point or whatever its called now! My teenage hormones came rushing back once he appeared on the stage.
He's looking as good now, as back then.
Last night Marti was appearing in the National Concert Hall with the RTE Concert Orchestra, singing classic songs from stage and screen. I coerced a friend into going and off we went.
There was a strange mix in the audience. Half were regular attendees at the NCH who had never been to a "pop" concert and the other half were Wet Wet Wet fans who had never been to the National Concert Hall before!
Me? I was a bit of both!
Though I must admit I was a bit of a theater snob, as we were queuing up for the bar before it started. The women behind me were disgusted when they saw the sign that said
"No drinks or food in the auditorium."
"WHAT?" they exclaimed. "You can take drinks into the Bord Gais Theater. Why not here?"
"Because, darhling," I said
in my inside voice, I'm not that brazen
"You can't really have your audience chomping on crisps during Nessun Dorma, or getting drunk during Vivaldi's Seasons".
We took our seats and waited for the show to start.
And boy, was Marti not AMAZING!
From the first dulcet note he had the audience in the palm of his hand. He didn't even let the fact that his fly was open for the first few songs, knock him off stride!
He sang for over two hours, each note totally on point.
As they would say in The X Factor!
When he finished with his classic Love is all around, the whole audience was on its feet singing and swaying.
There was an older couple a few rows in front of us, who looked a tad embarrassed to be on their feet. They looked like regular Concert Hall goers, who saw it as sacrilegious to be on your feet during a performance, but couldn't help themselves.
He went off to tumultuous applause, with the crowd baying for more. The poor orchestra just stood there, not knowing what to do. Encores are not the usual thing after an orchestral piece, yet this crowd wanted more. After a few minutes tradition prevailed and the orchestra were beckoned off.
This did not detract from a magical night.
I doubt very much if Harry Styles or Niall Horan will be performing solo with an orchestra, in 30 years time!