Now I'm a firm believer that the 'getting excited' bit is all part of the fun but when I received my tickets for The Who at Leeds Uni I had to try my very hardest to curb my excitement because it was all getting a little too much. And Mick was just as bad, he kept letting out huge sighs and clutching his chest as if a cardiac arrest was imminent and if we caught each others eye hysteria would ensue.
I even had to tell Mick to turn off The Who CD we were listening to and I haven't been able to listen to them since. Even writing about it here has set free the butterflies in my stomach....deep breaths.....calm.....think about something else.....whoooooooo.....oh god!
To make matters worse, this week Michael and I are going to Leeds on our own, only to go back the week after to catch the Who at the 02 festival along with all my bestest loveliest friends. Also, Peter Blake one of my favourite artists is going to be in the audience on Saturday as he is doing a 'Live at Leeds' painting to celebrate the unveiling of a blue plaque commemorating the original gig. And on top of all that tommorrow is my birthday! Ooooh dear think I need some valium before I spontaneously combust!
I promise to take photos on Saturday to post up and if I see the cameras filming the gig I will jump in front and give you all a big wave! : )
Hope everyone in blogland is having a fine time. Sorry to be so darn happy if you're not.

P.S. Here's a funny little Who fact. The Who played Leicester Union, where I work, on June 14th 1968. A gig I wouldn't have missed for the world although unfortunately I wasn't born for another ten years. Can't have it all I suppose.