Arise Sir Liam

While I was working in the Czech Republic, a film came out over there about two Czech pilots who fled to Britain flew and fought in the Battle of Britain.  When the younger of the two came over for training, he couldn’t believe the calm attitude of not only the British pilots but also the civilians.  It was a very close thing, the Battle of Britain. Churchill ordered inventories of all the weaponry in museums.  That’s how close it was.  So why was everyone so calm?

“They’re not fanatical.  That’s what’s going to win this war.” The older Czech pilot told his colleague.  It’s this attitude that is finally shining through the darkness of the last few weeks.  It was also seen in the brilliant One Love Manchester concert.

I missed the first half hour of the concert as we were trying to get our heads around House of Cards again.  We decided to take a breather and I flicked it on.  A chap called Scooter was giving a long introduction for someone.  It was a bit rambling.

“I’m off to the garage.” announced my husband.

The long introduction was for Adriana Grande of whom I know absolutely zilch about.  She came on and the song was OK.  What was amazing was the response of the audience.  The look on the faces of the youngsters who were so proud that this megastar had chosen to return to Manchester, make a stand and promote love and unity.

After a couple of songs, a school choir came on stage.  When Ariana came over to join them, many in the choir broke down.  It turned out that some of the choir were at the previous Ariana concert but the kindness, sympathy and hugs from Ariana shone through.

As the concert went on, some performances were good, some amazing but Ariana was the link that held it all together.  I shuddered when Will.I.Am strolled onto the stage with the Black Eye Peas and said, “Here’s to you London!”  Had he not got the memo?  However, he quickly addressed this by quickly referring to the events that had happened at London Bridge the night before. Phew!

My husband emerged from the garage just in time for Katy Perry.  She was quite good he admitted.  Then Sarah Cox announced that Justin Bieber was next.

“Right I’m off again.” And back to the garage he slunked.

Bieber was very emotional.  The only Bieber song I know is Baby, Baby and judging by the acoustic guitar, he wasn’t going to sing that.  Again, it was the response of the audience that was so incredible.  He hit just the right note and I hope someone gave him a big hug afterwards.

After Bieber was Coldplay.  They always crop up at events like this.  Although I think I would probably get on quite well with Chris Martin down the pub, I find his music and performing extremely annoying.  Out he came skipping in his glittery yoga pants, hopping up and down like normal.  Ariana came on to join him for Don’t Look Back in Anger.  Not too sure what Noel made of that.  Coldplay finished with glitter cannons.  I’m always suspect of bands that use pyrotechnics, glitter canons and other gimmicks.  It should be about the music, man.

Off skipped Chris Martin so who was next?  We didn’t have to wait long.  There was a loud guitar riff and in swaggered Liam Gallagher.  The glittery yoga pants were swiftly replaced by a bright orange anorak.  Nobody embodies a city as much as Liam Gallagher.  There’s a Liam Gallagher swaggering down every other street in Manchester, not giving a fook about anything thing.  He didn’t say much.  He didn’t need to. His arrogance was enough to show that we don’t put up with this kind of shite.  Just get on with it and have a good time people.

It was a shame there was no Noel.  Whatever happened in that airport lounge still must be worth brooding on.  Yet I’d like to imagine that Noel, sitting on his throne in Supernova Heights would have approved.  Yes our kid did good.

 

 

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