The life of a runner, mother, radiopharmacist and vicar's wife – that's me!
My ears have just about recovered from the screaming last night. As you may remember, I was taking Dominic to see Phil and Dan – the Amazing Tour is Not on Fire at the Liverpool Empire. These two fine (and actually quite good looking) chaps are YouTubers. I wasn’t entirely sure what demographic Phil and Dan or Dan and Phil (Phan or Dil?) were likely to appeal to – would it be lots of teenage boys with their mums and dads? Would the theatre be full of geeky would-be YouTubers?
Well the answer was that the demographic that they appeal to is pretty much young women (students?) in their early twenties. These young and excitable fans have the ability to scream at an ear-piercing pitch that has a detrimental effect on the human ear drums! It would have been quieter at a One Direction concert. Shouts of “We love you Dan and Phil” could be heard all over the theatre and even the choice of songs before the show had started led to ecstatic screams.
There’s a whole culture around Phil and Dan including wearing strange headgear (I was attempting to blend in) and drawn on cat’s whiskers (you may be able to make them out on the screen on the stage).
I’m not sure if the rest of the audience saw the irony in the fact that a pair who have made their name on the most modern of mediums (the Internet) were making a good income through the most old-fashioned of mediums (the theatre).
I was out of place. It would have been OK if I had been half my age. Luckily we were right at the back and my lack of participation was unnoticed.
Dominic loved it. I survived it. Success.
Anyway, it’s been a bit of a rubbish week one way or another, work had been hectic and frustrating, Daniel has been ill (now on antibiotics) and I’m still not fully well and so have run very little. So, the remedy was obviously to bake a cake.