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I was immediately put on edge when I arrived home and my wife, was waiting at the front door to greet me. As I reversed the car into the car-port, I broke out in a cold sweat. I was in trouble. What for, I couldn’t fathom, but Diane would never leave the settee when Judge Judy was on television. This must be serious.

But as I get out the car and approached the steps to the house, I could see she was smiling. My mood changed. WAH -HEY!! 😉🤣

Well, niot quite – but at least I wasn’t in bother.

“Look! Look. See what I’ve got for you” she said as her eyes sparkled and her smiling face exuded a joyous pride. She handed me what looked like two tickets.

Yes. Two tickets for gig up in Glasgow.

“Van Morrison?” I read out loud.

“Yeah, isn’t it great? I was lucky to get them.”

“Why?”

“Why, what?” Diane’s facial expression had tightened slightly. Her excitement was being questioned by a brain now working at max output. “You love Van Morrison …?”

I could detect an air of uncertainty in her tone.

“No I don’t. I chuffin’ hate him. Over-rated, bad-tempered little so-and-so!”

“But you always say he’s a great singer. He does that song that was covered in The Lost Boys film. ‘People Are Strange.’ And ‘Riders on the Storm’ I think it’s called.

“That’s JIM Morrison, Diane. JIM Morrison. Of The Doors. He died about thirty years ago.’

Diane was crestfallen.

After I stopped laughing, I was a bit more understanding, though the unnecessary cost of the expensive tickets irked somewhat.

“Nice try, Diane,” I consoled. “Easy mistake,” I lied. (Come on …! Mysterious rock god from Los Angeles, or a grumpy short-arse from Belfast?!)

And so, several weeks later, we rocked up at the city-centre venue as the moody VAN Morrison raced through a set of just an hour’s duration (there was no supporting / opening act) with no audience interaction and exited stage-left without an encore. I know from a friend who was a roadie that before the audience had given up hope their chanting would bring him back on stage, Van the Man was long gone.

Aye – ‘When The Music’s Over’, Van Morrison’s legging it off down the road for fish supper, and back to his hotel room.

Ah well, they always say it’s the thought that counts. I still ‘Love Her Madly.’

😀

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