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Sunday, April 10, 2011

I'm not saying that yesterday afternoon with Amelie and her cousin was a complete nightmare, but at one point, Lisa turned to me and suggested we start using contraception again. As she put it on Facebook this morning, "The show wasn't bad, the children were". Obviously not all the children though. Just ours.

It all started well enough. Here's Lisa's nephew leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street, in case a certain little lady comes by...

Leaning on a lamp-post.
Unfortunately, she not only came by; she ran after him, copied everything he did, and hugged him to within an inch of his life. Which was essentially the problem. Amelie loves Cbeebies, she loves Show Me Show Me, and she loves the idea of letting her parents spend almost fifty quid for a chance to see Chris & Pui perform live. But she loves her cousin far more. So given a choice between watching her TV heroes jumping about on stage for ninety minutes, or watching Lisa's nephew doing the same in the aisle, she'll opt for the latter every time.

As a result, we had to contend with this for an hour and a half...


She was more attached to her cousin than Chris & Pui. Which is annoying when she can see him for free every week.

Chris and PuiIt was particularly frustrating because the show was actually very good. Pui was noticeably pregnant, so if you've got tickets for Basingstoke at the end of June, I'd ask for a refund now. The only place she's likely to be performing is a labour ward. But if you can catch it before Pui increases the show's audience by one, it's well worth the effort. I wouldn't take the children though.

It was basically ninety minutes of songs, rhymes and dancing, sprinkled with enough jokes to keep the adults amused, including one mention of Ann Widdecombe and a line about Humpty Dumpty wearing a shell suit. Pui even took us back ten years by demonstrating the voice she used in her last job as Po from the Teletubbies, which was particularly spooky as she was dressed in red, and had a stomach the size of a football.

All in all, it was a top quality show. Obviously Amelie didn't see much of it, as she was busy trying to climb through the folding seats like her cousin, and lie on her back on the floor. I've heard of the audience rolling in the aisles, but she took it to a more literal level.

The moment the house lights came up and the music began to fade, Lisa jumped up like a woman possessed, and said "Right, let's get out of here". We were through that door and back in the car park quicker than you could say 'never again'. We did stop for one photo though...

Putting a brave face on it.
That was taken in front of Iceland. Which is why Lisa's teeth are gritted.

Obviously everyone was a bit tired by then (it's exhausting running up three flights of stairs at the theatre when you've been expressly told to stay on the ground floor), but after two hours of hell, Lisa and I needed a treat, so we stopped off at McDonalds...

The chips are down.
They had a Happy Meal. We just cried into our burgers.

4 comments:

Dave said...

In 30 years you'll look back on these days...




...and be glad you're 30 years older.

Phil's Mum said...

...and Amelie will have children of her own to drive HER mad.

Phil's Dad said...

... not if Phil let's potential suitors have a look at all the blog posts like this one!!

A Passer-by said...

...which he might, because any of Am's offspring will be Phil & Lisa's grandchildren!!!