I hobbled along to see Adele play at Somerset House (note to all you ladies and beloved transvestites: Somerset House had COBBLES so leave your stacked platforms at home, kay?!). It was all most civilised, we popped to the private bar before and enjoyed lots of Pimms with the lovely Helen who invited us along. Adele didn’t seem nervous at all, sitting and happily chatting with friends and family.
She opened with ‘Cold Shoulder’ and was fabulous. Somerset House is apparently a difficult venue to play, acoustically but she managed wonderfully, quipping with the audience after almost every song. The experience was slightly tainted when I decided to try some strawberry cider. Should anyone wonder, this is what it would probably be like to drink the Body Shop.
In one of Adele’s slower numbers, my attention was caught by my companion animatedly telling me some particularly juicy gossip. Obviously it would have been rude not to have reciprocated with a few choice titbits of my own! Alas, a man standing beside us didn’t seem to agree and voiced his disgust with the following choice words: “Will you shut the f**k up.” Well now. What this gentlemen seemed to fail to realise was that, while fairly busy, Somerset House court was not exactly short on space-we put it to him: why not just move somewhere else? This confrontation was soiling my enjoyment of Adele! A petite blonde woman approached us later, apologising for her rude husband’s behaviour, sweetly explaining that the reason her man got so worked up was because we were talking all the way through their wedding song. Oopsie!
We told Adele all about this when we met her later (for more Pimms) and she agreed that his direct swearing straight away was “very rude.” Adele’s concert was just what I fancied that evening: calm and entertaining and Adele herself is a lovely girl to boot. I think she will produce many more albums which as good as her latest, ‘19’.
She opened with ‘Cold Shoulder’ and was fabulous. Somerset House is apparently a difficult venue to play, acoustically but she managed wonderfully, quipping with the audience after almost every song. The experience was slightly tainted when I decided to try some strawberry cider. Should anyone wonder, this is what it would probably be like to drink the Body Shop.
In one of Adele’s slower numbers, my attention was caught by my companion animatedly telling me some particularly juicy gossip. Obviously it would have been rude not to have reciprocated with a few choice titbits of my own! Alas, a man standing beside us didn’t seem to agree and voiced his disgust with the following choice words: “Will you shut the f**k up.” Well now. What this gentlemen seemed to fail to realise was that, while fairly busy, Somerset House court was not exactly short on space-we put it to him: why not just move somewhere else? This confrontation was soiling my enjoyment of Adele! A petite blonde woman approached us later, apologising for her rude husband’s behaviour, sweetly explaining that the reason her man got so worked up was because we were talking all the way through their wedding song. Oopsie!
We told Adele all about this when we met her later (for more Pimms) and she agreed that his direct swearing straight away was “very rude.” Adele’s concert was just what I fancied that evening: calm and entertaining and Adele herself is a lovely girl to boot. I think she will produce many more albums which as good as her latest, ‘19’.
