If you have a good memory you might remember that almost a year ago I won tickets to The Wall from Today FM. Well the big day finally arrived and we went to Dublin to see the show.
It really was an amazing show. The start of it was fantastic with fireworks and a plane flying overhead and crashing into The Wall.
Roger Waters really puts a lot of effort into the show and he sounds as good as he did on the original album. We were hoping Dave Gilmour might put in an appearance but as he’d already played in London it wasn’t to be.
The only downside for us was the Lucy and I were standing and the majority of the crowd were falling over drunk, smoking, spitting, snogging and doing anything except paying any attention to the concert. I really don’t know why they went. These weren’t young people either, they were middle aged. To be honest it’s the worst crowd I’ve seen at a concert, they were very intimidating.
We stayed at The Gibson Hotel and had the rooms booked since last year. They made a mess up though and we had to wait a while for the rooms to be sorted and be near each other. They also gave us an early morning wake up call at 7.30am which I didn’t ask for! So much for a relaxing morning. Then we realised Lucy left her headphones in the hotel room so I phoned to ask if they had found them. They called the following day and said they would post them back but are charging for postage! I think that’s mean to be honest. We’ve stayed there before and have dates booked again. I have no idea how much they are going to charge me for postage.
Apart from all that, we had a lovely time.
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I’d love to go to see the Wall, hope the pillocks didn’t spoil it entirely Val. x
and as for the Gibson, I’d make a point of telling them at reception on your next visit that you’ll ring their necks if they mess things up and give you another wake up call!!
Got to say though, getting a call probably isn’t as bad as not getting one. That happened to us in France and the chap pretended to not understand my pidgin French, when he’d forgotten that we were talking in English the night before…. the cheeky sod was from Brighton himself!! How the hell we caught the eurotunnel back in time I’ll never know!