Himself is prepared to sell his soul to the highest bidder to see Oasis next year in Croker...but without me it seems!
THERE have been a few conversations down through the years that I would’ve love to been privvy to. Bill Clinton breaking the news to Hilary about Monica Lewinsky, William and Harry’s row after Meghan’s tell all interview with Oprah, What did Roy Keane and Mick McCarthy really say to each other in Saipan?
But most of all, I would’ve loved to have been a fly on the wall when the Gallagher brothers decided to mend bridges after a 15 year estrangement that saw them call each other every name under the sun, much to the media’s delight.
Was it just a case of one of them ringing the other up one day and saying, “alright our kid? Do you wanna get back together and make a few quid?” or did their mother, Peggy, whom they’re both very close to, just knock their heads together and lock them in her living room until they made friends? Either way they will be laughing all the way to the bank come next year.
I’m not a massive Oasis fan. I like some of their songs, particularly Wonderwall, which is one of the best love songs of our time in my humble opinion, but they are a bit too shouty for me and if I’m being honest I think they’re over-rated.
However as it turns out, Himself, who I have been wed to for 24 years, is a huge fan and mad to go to Croke Park. This is the same man who says he doesn’t do concerts, who sat with his arms folded the whole way through Take That…..twice. And Bon Jovi. And Taylor Swift. He practically fell asleep at Lionel Richie and don’t get me started on his lack of emotion at U2. Yet he is prepared to sell his soul to the highest bidder to see Oasis.
The Eldest, also a fan, texted into the family WhatsApp group – “If anyone can source me Oasis tickets I will get your face tattooed on my back.” The Youngest, who is definitely not a gig goer said she’d like to go to. Don’t Look Back in Anger is one of her favourite songs apparently.
“Well it looks like we could all be going together then if we manage to get tickets,” I say, taking one for the team. A lengthy silence ensues on the WhatsApp group. “Eh, well I was planning on going with the lads,” says the father of my children. “Me too mam. Not his lads, but my lads,” says The Eldest.
I’m a bit miffed to be honest. Not because I wanted to go but because they want to go without me. “I’ ll go with you, if I can’t find anyone else to go with,” says The Youngest, with half hearted enthusiasm.
It’s a long way to go to next August – that’s all I’ ll say!