UK Show Reviews and Michael Moments - 5

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Well, here is page 5...read on for more of the London reports....
Once again they are in chronological order..... so start here!!

                          Last Night I went to the show at Wembley in England with my wife
                           Vanessa. We started off by meeting some of the other VB'ers at the Hilton
                           Hotel, Namely Maria from Belgium and Beverley and Christina from the
                           States; It was nice to put some faces to names. The weather was dreadful
                           being Wet, Windy and bitingly cold, but I was hoping that watching the
                           show might warm things up a bit!. I wanted it to be a special night for
                           Vanessa, she had yet to meet Michael in person, and I was prepared to do
                           what ever it would take to allow her to meet him because I knew how
                           much it mean't to her. I said to her "Tonights the Night"; Beverley and
                           Christina commented that they thought it was nice that I was not upset at
                           Vanessa wanting to meet him (and hopefully steal a kiss). I said that I
                           could not see what there was to get upset about (You see I am not the
                           jealous type, also I am full of admiration for Michael myself, his go on and
                           achieve your dream approach to life strikes a chord with me and is an
                           inspiration to me); I hoped that I might get to shake his hand later. Back to
                           the show, I had last seen the show almost exactly a year earlier, I had
                           enjoyed it then, but remembered being disappointed that I did not see
                           Gillian Norris because she was ill. I felt saddened that I would not be
                           seeing her again now that she is in T2. As you have probably gathered
                           Gillian is my favourite, she is so sexy, and I am particularly fond of
                           brunettes. We arrived at the venue, we were looking out for Linda (UK)
                           who was also going with her Mum, Aunt, and friend. We could not see
                           them and as time was getting on we took our seats. Finally the show
                           started (about 10 minutes late). First thing I noticed was the new
                           introduction to the show, I mean all the torch bearers, it added some
                           extra drama and I liked the moodiness of the scene. Then things got
                           going, the little spirit did her stuff (she is so tiny !) and we were into the
                           Cry of the Celts and then ... Michael made his entrance. There was an
                           immediate cheer from the audience. I immediately reached for my
                           binoculars so that I could see Michael in his full splendour. I never cease
                           to be awestruck by his immense talent and presence on stage. I also
                           became aware of another difference, the projection screens showing
                           closeups of Michael etc. I didn't care for the quality of these images, I
                           much prefered watching through the bins. After all that excitement,
                           things calmed down when Anne Buckley came on as Erin, Wow is she
                           beautiful (Red Heads are my next favourite!), her figure and the beautiful
                           green dress complement each other perfectly, Oh I nearly forgot - she
                           sings beautifully as well. Then came Celtic Dream, I remember how lovely
                           I thought Dearbhla was as the wind up doll. Bernadette was her usual
                           flowing self. Daire was even more menacing than I remembered, he has
                           obviously developed the part. Catriona was a treat to see in Gypsy
                           (though I still prefer Gillian). Then there was the invigourating Strings of
                           Fire - I love the music to the Show, I am looking forward to hearing
                           Ronan's new album Solas. I have to say that as far as blondes go I am very
                           taken by those 2 violinists especially Mairead in those awesome skin
                           tight leather trousers ! I was a little disappointed that the audience did
                           not clap along to it. Then we proceeded through Breakout (as a man I
                           have to put this high up my top ten scenes! - very arousing) , Warlords
                           (absolutely fabulous) , Erin (gorgeous) and on to The Lord of the Dance.
                           This was the Awesome spectacle I have grown to love by seeing the
                           video so many times, but you really don't appreciate it fully until you see it
                           live. Michael was fabulous and I could tell he was having a good time. I
                           spotted Beverley near the front waving her hands (alone - the audience
                           were a little subdued) Then there was a rapturous applause from the
                           audience and it was the interval. I went off to stretch my legs and walked
                           straight past Linda without realising it, she was looking for Vanessa, and
                           they met up. When I returned Linda had gone back to her seat. Then the
                           second half of the show, we went through Dangerous Game and Hell's
                           Kitchen. The thing which stands out in my mind from this was seeing the
                           REAL tears in Helen Egan's eyes (coutesy of the screens) when she wants
                           Michael to mend her broken Whistle. I was touched. It's true what Michael
                           said in "Eire Apparent" about going through all the emotions you can feel.
                           This is one factor which makes LOTD so awesome. And then to my
                           favourite violinists in the Lament (those trousers again !!!!). This time the
                           audience showed some signs of clapping along. And then something I
                           had heard about but not seen, Michael playing the flute (is there no end
                           to this man's talents?. It was brilliant, Michael looked like he was really
                           enjoying himself and the audience got really excited. Then we went
                           through Siamsa, I always think this is the odd scene out as it has such a
                           modern disco like feel and the rest is so timeless. It is lovely to watch. I
                           like the part where they spin in a circle and the Girls lift their legs off the
                           floor. A benefit of the screens is that they had a camera immediately
                           above the stage and when that shot was shown you could really
                           appreciate some of the choreography and also some of the lighting
                           effects. At the end of the scene a couple of the cast winked to the
                           cameras and it was shown on the screens - a nice touch. The voluptuous
                           Anne Buckley reappeared and sang "Our Wedding Day". I knew that the
                           build up to the Climax of the show was about to begin. We went through
                           Stolen Kiss (and WHAT a kiss that was, It looked more than acting to me,
                           there is a real rapport between Michael and Bernadette) Then through
                           the Highly Charged and menacing Nightmare. The Pyrotechnics were
                           better and so was the lighting. I remember when Daire was spinning to
                           despatch the Lord of the Dance, that he had a swirl of light spinning
                           round him on the floor it added to the drama. And then thanks to the little
                           Spirit Michael reappeared in what I think is his finest entrance in the
                           show, and he certainly strutted his stuff through The Duel and Victory into
                           the mother of all Finales - Planet Ireland. There is nothing to touch this
                           and you absolutely have to see it live to appreciate it. By now the
                           audience was really livening up. When the lights went out the noise was
                           deafening. Vanessa and I joined in stamping the Floor and calling for
                           more. After what seemed an eternity, Michael and the Troupe reappeared
                           for the famous Bump and Grind routine (I might be a FlatSpouse rather
                           than a FlatHead but I know all the terminology!) After a couple of encores
                           from the end of LOTD the show ended in the flash of the final
                           Pyrotechnics. WOW ......... We left the auditorium and headed for the
                           concourse. I finally got to meet Linda and her party. Maria, Beverley , and
                           Christina also reappeared. Word had got about that I used to be a
                           photographer and so I was asked to take some Pictures. We waited round
                           one of the front exits where Maria had managed to collect some
                           autographs from the Troupe for a couple of Nights before. We did get
                           autographs from 2 of the Troupe but for some reason no one else
                           appeared - they must have used a different exit. Then we went to wait for
                           Michael. The weather was still dreadful, the warming effect of the show
                           was slowly wearing off. I was getting a headache due to the cold wind
                           rushing around my neck. We tried to spot Michaels Limo. At first we could
                           not see it, but careful examination finally revealed it hidden behind
                           another vehicle. I met Jeremy and a couple of others who had joined us.
                           Beverley and I went on a foray to see what was happening near the Limo,
                           we got into a deep conversation about Michael and the meaning of life.
                           Vanessa was wondering where I had got to. Eventually there was some
                           activity and we knew Michael was on the way out. The car rapidly
                           reversed (I think it was a Bentley) and headed to the Gate. Beverley and I
                           rushed to the Gate. And surprise surprise there was Michael in the
                           driver's seat greeting the Fans and signing autographs. I'm impressed at
                           the trouble Michael takes to meet the fans who take the trouble to meet
                           him. And Vanessa .... , She got the autograph and the KISS. She did not
                           get to say a lot to him this time, but I know she will be back for more. I
                           could see Michael was in a hurry and wanted the girls to have their
                           moments and so I did not go up to him ... but one day I will, I really want to
                           shake him by the hand. Everyone was on Cloud 9, we went back to the
                           Hilton for a quick drink and then headed home. It was a fabulous night,
                           Vanessa met Michael, I know she posted about it and she was over the
                           moon, and so was I. Brian ... Vanessa's FlatHead Spouse !
                           Brian 195.147.8.245 <brian@brivan.globalnet.co.uk>
                           Hemel Hempstead, England - Monday, January 19, 1998 at 14:07:39 (PST)

 
(Ed: WOOHOO WTG Brian! Flatspouse of the year nomination here! Great report and careful, you are fast approaching the outer limits of being promoted to a Flathead! LOL!)
 
 
 

                          Good evening fellow Flatheads. Firstly, let me just get this out of the way.
                           I GOT MY MICHAEL MOMENT, I GOT MY MICHAEL MOMENT AND WHAT A
                           MOMENT IT WAS, WHOO HOO, YES YES YES!!! Ahem........ that's better,
                           normal service will now be resumed. Actually, I had two 'M' moments last
                           night. One from Michael and one from Maria! But more on them both later,
                           got to tell this story in the right order! I went to the show last night (18th
                           Jan) with my best friend, Julie (non-Flat but likes the dancing) my Mum,
                           Joan (total, card carrying, take no prisoners, Flathead) and her sister,
                           Sylvia (so round-headed, I don't know why she wanted to go at all!) Well, I
                           do really - she was curious and wanted to see what had turned her,
                           formally 'normal' , older sister into a 75 year young geriatric groupie, LOL!!
                           She had been taken in by the ego thing but promised to view the show
                           with an open mind, which was fair enough, I couldn't ask for more than
                           that, or, indeed, less. Anyway, until last night I had always hated Wembley
                           Arena. It's an old converted ice rink and a bit of a dump, to be honest but
                           the inside word from the troupe is that they all love it as the atmosphere
                           is so good with lots of positive energy. I remember Michael once saying
                           that some of the grandest venues he's played have had no energy and so
                           he didn't like them. Well, if Michael and the others like Wembley, that's
                           good enough for me and I'll never slag it off again! It's difficult to get to
                           your seat as there are always so many people milling about, trying to
                           make purchases from the various vending outlets all around the walk
                           ways, but we got there in the end. Our seats were ok, 2 o'clock raised, if
                           the stage were at 12 o'clock. After being totally spoiled in the front row
                           last week though, I knew I was bound to be a bit disappointed. Everyone
                           else thought the seats were good and, for the two first timers, I suppose
                           they were as they could get an overview of the whole performance. A real
                           treat for us last night was that Michael did his usual warm-up on the stage
                           which I'd never heard before. I bought it to the attention of the others
                           and we sat listening avidly, well I did anyway, LOL!! The taps were so
                           audible and I let my mind wander to 'Eire Apparent' to try to visualise the
                           scene behind the curtain. I could pick out the heel clicks and knew when
                           he did the 'foal run' as so accurately described by Patrick Woodroffe (I
                           think). He was strumming away and Julie made a reference about 'them'
                           on the stage. I was telling her that it was only Michael that warmed up on
                           the stage and about his routine etc when I became aware that the man
                           sitting in front of me was hanging on every word. Anyway when his
                           companion returned to her seat she said something to him about the
                           tapping on the stage and he said "Oh yes, that's Michael Flatley, he's the
                           only one who warms up on the stage........ etc, etc, etc" He even
                           remembered about him dipping to one knee and speaking to his
                           Grandmother! (G) Anyway showtime came and when Michael's intro struck
                           up my heart started hammering, just like last time although not nearly as
                           strongly. And there he was (sigh) The audience gave him a big reception,
                           much louder than at Birmingham, which surprised me as Wembley
                           audiences are usually quite reserved from what I've heard from friends.
                           Well, COTC finished and the audience gave them a HUGE ovation, I
                           couldn't believe it! Michael was VERY pleased and I thought, "Great,
                           this'll be even better than Birmingham!" It wasn't though, sadly. The
                           audience were not 'joiners in' but they DID go wild at the end of every
                           number, so I'll let them off! I think the thing with a lot of British audiences
                           is that they don't know if they're supposed to join in and sit politely until
                           invited to do so. They weren't even clapping in the flute jam, would you
                           believe, and then the guitarists put their hands over their heads and
                           clapped, inviting the audience to do so too, and that was their signal that
                           it was alright. They all started clapping, happily then because they knew it
                           WAS what the performers wanted! I had to laugh at the end of Warriors.
                           Daire held the finishing position and moved his head and eyes in that
                           demented looking way which is very effective on the screens. Julie
                           turned to me and laughingly said "He certainly 'does evil' well, doesn't
                           he!?" Knowing how sweet he is off stage made me LOL! I noticed, what I
                           think is, another costume change for Michael. I didn't notice it at
                           Birmingham but that doesn't mean it wasn't there, of course. In Warlords
                           he was wearing leather/look trousers, as usual, but they had a pattern
                           down the side. It was a silver Celtic design similar to the other trousers
                           he wears. He was also wearing a belt which I'm positive wasn't there at
                           Birmingham. I think this was purely to keep them up and not for
                           decoration as he's lost some more weight. Girls, he looked wonderful last
                           night. He's definitely lost some weight even since Birmingham. He's not
                           as slim as in the video but I think he looked just about perfect! He's
                           obviously been working hard on his upper body because in just these
                           few short days there was noticeable development in his pecs, yummy!
                           Anyway, we got to the intermission and surprise, surprise, my Aunt turned
                           to me and said "I absolutely LOVE it, can I get a video tape from here?"
                           Wonderful! She'd promised to go with an open mind and she stuck to her
                           word, bless her! By the end of the show her hands were so sore they
                           were causing her real pain. A CONVERT!!! The audience finally got to it's
                           feet during Victory and let go, at last. They gave them a thunderous
                           ovation, stamping, cheering, whistling and clapping like nobodies
                           business! Planet Ireland was perfect, not a foot out of place and the
                           ovation went on long after the fireworks went off. We met up with
                           Vanessa and Brian and then waited for Maria (who turned out to be
                           waiting in the wrong place!) We stood around chatting about the show
                           and an announcement came over the PA system to say that Michael would
                           be signing autographs in the foyer in a little while. There was a bit of a
                           stampede, which was quite amusing to VB'ers who knew that that was not
                           the way to get to see him, LOL!! We were waiting and waiting for Maria
                           and the PA announcer made us all chuckle. "Will the Ladies and
                           gentlemen waiting for autographs please form an orderly queue." A short
                           time later "Will the people waiting for autographs please stop pushing
                           and shoving or Mr. Flatley won't sign any at all." Later as a huge crowd
                           had gathered "Please note that Mr. Flatley will only be signing a limited
                           number of autographs." Later with voice raised a little "Ladies and
                           gentlemen PHULEEZE stop pushing in the autograph queue or Mr. Flatley
                           won't sign ANY AT ALL!" Anyway, I went to the loo and when I came out
                           there was an edition to our number. That was when I had my 'Maria
                           moment', LOL!! I approached the group and she guessed who I was. "Ah,
                           Linda!" she cried and embraced me in the biggest bear hug you can
                           imagine! My head was buried in the fur of her collar and I didn't think she
                           was EVER going to let me come up for air, LOL!! What a character she
                           turned out to be, we had such a laugh whilst waiting for His Lordship!
                           That reminds me. Don't worry about her not posting. It's very difficult for
                           her to get to the internet cafe and so she is recording everything on a
                           dictaphone so that she can post it all when she gets home. We went to
                           the front of the building where the troupe had exited the night before to
                           get some autographs. All of a sudden a HUGE cheer went up as Michael
                           had finally made it to the foyer for the autograph session. No more
                           announcements so presumably the crowd had stopped pushing and
                           shoving!! We took some photos outside of the VB party so far which was
                           made up of Beverley, Brian, Christina, Maria, Mum, Vanessa and myself.
                           Only two of the troupe came past us and it was clear that we'd missed
                           them so we went around to where Michael leaves from. That was really
                           when the party started. Joining the group was Jeremy, Annemarie, Keiko
                           and Kathleen, Q of D. When I was introduced to Kathleen I bowed in
                           homage to her extraordinary skills which caused Christina to hoot loudly,
                           making reference to a poem of mine she'd seen along the same lines! By
                           this time it was pouring with rain and very cold and Mum and my Aunt
                           were suffering a bit. There was plenty of room and so I fetched the car for
                           the 'oldies' to sit in for a while. The rest of us, quite frankly, had a ball.
                           Yes, we were freezing cold but it didn't stop us. We had a real laugh,
                           taking LOADS of pictures and just hanging out together. Maria, Vanessa
                           and I posed for a picture, proudly thrusting our VB shamrocks forward
                           which, as they were attached to our 'chest areas', we decided to call our
                           'poink picture', I hope it comes out ok! The band members came out and
                           we passed the time of day with them. I asked one of them "Where's your
                           limousine then? Surely you deserve one too?" He laughed and, pointing
                           to his tour jacket, said that Michael had provided them all with these
                           instead so they didn't need one! The security man teased us a bit and
                           opened the gates a couple of times, only to close them again just as
                           quickly! Then, just after midnight, (Jeremy, your watch must have been
                           wrong, I've checked it out with Vanessa and she agrees) we finally heard
                           the immortal words over the guards radio "He's coming out." Julie went
                           to fetch Mum from the car and then we waited. I was SO nervous, my
                           stomach was turning over. About six security guards came out and stood
                           near in what were, obviously, pre-planned positions. They weren't in our
                           way though, which was good. Mum was standing much further forward
                           than the rest of us and one of them said to her "Make sure you're not
                           standing in front of the car when he comes out." It crossed my mind that,
                           maybe, the chauffeur is a bad driver or something (G) Anyway, she didn't
                           hear him and so, much to his amusement, I said "Mother, get back here,
                           you tart!" We waited a couple of minutes and then saw a limo heading for
                           the gates. It was a beautiful Bentley and Michael was driving with Emma
                           at his side. I couldn't believe it was really him and found myself doubting
                           what I was seeing. Then the window rolled down and he smiled and said
                           "Hi guys." As soon as I heard that accent I snapped out of my trance and
                           realised that I was VERY nervous indeed. I had given Julie my camera, as
                           she wasn't bothered about meeting him herself, and just wanted to make
                           it as special as she could for me, bless her. I tell you, at times like these,
                           a non-Flat friend is worth their weight in gold! She, straight away, asked
                           permission from Michael to take pictures and he posed for her before we
                           approached him. He didn't get out of the car and who can blame him? As
                           Julie said "Anyone with any sense is tucked up warm and snug in bed by
                           now!" I replied "So what are you doing here?" "Making sure you don't
                           make a fool of yourself!" came her answer!! Anyway, one or two had their
                           moment and then it was Mum's turn. She approached the window and
                           said "Hello Michael." He replied "Oh now, you're a sweetie!" Do you know
                           what she did? Saying "We all think you're one too.", she reached out her
                           hand and stroked his face! The brazen hussy, LOL!! He gave her a lovely
                           smile and then took her programme to sign. When he passed it back he
                           offered a kiss and she got one, right on the lips! WHAT?! There's life in
                           the old dog yet, LOL!! All of a sudden it was my turn and, as I approached,
                           I remembered some advice I'd given to another VB'er in jest some time
                           ago when talking about a possible Michael Moment. "Don't go for
                           dignified, you'll never manage it. Just aim for coherent and you might be
                           alright!" He looked fabulous, I mean REALLY fabulous. I'd taken a good
                           look as I was waiting and he was wearing a dark jacket, white shirt (I love
                           a man in a white shirt) and tie and was clean shaven. There were no signs
                           of the bags under his eyes which were in evidence in the latest Daily
                           Mirror pictures and he looked younger than I've seen him in a while.
                           ABSOLUTELY YUMMY!! Anyway, I passed him my programme and whilst he
                           was signing it I said " I'll bet you wish you were in Hawaii with troupe 2
                           what with this weather, don't you?" Actually, I more stammered it than
                           said it! He replied "Oh noooo, you're kidding! I really LOVE it over here,
                           the best audiences in the world are over here." Now, if I thought for one
                           moment that he really meant the last part of that statement, I'd never
                           have posted it. But it was sweet of him to say it, anyway. So he passes me
                           back my programme and sort of, kind of, half offered himself for a kiss. I
                           wasn't sure if he was or not so I thought I'd better ask first. He replied "Of
                           course." I loved the way he said it. I'm not sure if I can describe it but it
                           wasn't said with an exclamation mark and it wasn't said sensually. It was,
                           sort of, gentle and warm and cosy, like we were old friends. He offered
                           me his lips and I kissed them, very gently. It's been said before and it's
                           true. That man has the softest lips on God's green earth, I've never
                           kissed a man with lips that soft before. I pulled away (very reluctantly (G)
                           but he didn't break eye contact with me and that wonderful man made me
                           feel like I was the most important person in the world. It's very
                           intoxicating when a man makes you feel like that, even for a few seconds.
                           I'm not stupid, I'm overweight and middle aged and I KNOW that the kiss
                           meant nothing at all to Michael (ludicrous thought) but the fact that he
                           took the trouble to make it special for me speaks volumes for the man's
                           character. He's absolutely charming and he knows exactly the effect
                           those eyes have on us girls! I simply said "Thank you", very quietly, he
                           smiled and I moved away to turn instantly into a greasy puddle and cease
                           to function as a human being. I don't know if I can explain how I felt very
                           well. I think 'serene' just about covers it. I was unaware of what was
                           happening then until I heard him calling farewell to us all. We waved and
                           called our Goodbyes and he was gone. I can't tell you what colour the car
                           was, what colour his jacket was or even if he was wearing that famous
                           after shave. I didn't notice any cologne, I didn't notice anything up close
                           except those eyes. It was a magical moment for me and what ever
                           happens in the future, nobody can ever take it away from me, it's mine
                           forever. For those few short seconds Michael Flatley was paying
                           attention to nobody but me and I'm back up on that cushion of air that
                           Jake put me up on last week. Except, this time, I'm not to be found over
                           the English Channel but somewhere out past Mars heading towards
                           Jupiter. After he'd gone Vanessa and I just looked at each other and
                           smiled. No words were needed, we each knew how the other felt and we
                           just hugged. Julie had been gamely clicking away with the camera but the
                           flash wasn't charged up and she missed the kiss. It doesn't matter, it's a
                           moment that's firmly locked in my memory and I'll get it out and re-live it
                           many times over the coming months and even years, who knows? We
                           said our farewells and went back to the car. My Aunt hadn't re-joined us
                           for the meeting as she has a chronic chest condition that she didn't want
                           to aggravate. When we told her what had happened she was kicking
                           herself for missing out and was surprised that he was so charming. I was
                           disappointed too. She'd been converted to the show and I'm convinced
                           that the man would have won her over too if she'd spoken to him, oh well.
                           The drive home was full of talk about the evenings events, from
                           everyone except me, that is. I just wanted to sit quietly and savour it all
                           again, the trouble was that I was driving! Julie was seriously worried that I
                           wasn't fit to drive and, if I'm honest, I wasn't. Trouble was nobody else had
                           insurance to drive my car and so I drove back with Julie saying things like
                           "Red light coming up.", and "You're too close to the car in front." and
                           "Give way sign ahead." Guys, I'm NOT joking here, it really happened! At
                           one point Julie burst out laughing and my Aunt asked why. "You'd be
                           laughing too if you were sitting where I'm sitting and could see her face! I
                           hope she hasn't got that soppy look over breakfast tomorrow or I'm likely
                           to throw up." She has a wonderful way with words, does Julie, I have to
                           say! Well my friends that's about it for now. I have a couple of glowing
                           reviews to transcribe in the next day or so, if nobody beats me to it, so
                           until then I'll say goodnight and the sweetest of dreams to you all (SIGH)
                           Linda 194.168.70.6 <r.servante@virgin.net>
                           Derby, U.K. - Monday, January 19, 1998 at 18:06:59 (PST)
 

                          Just to say, saw the show at Wembley Arena on Sunday 18th January 1998,
                           booked the tickets in May 1997 but BOY was the wait worth it.!!! Mr
                           Flatley..you and your dancers are STARS !! You and your show made the
                           hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, brought tears to my eyes and
                           utter joy to the whole family. From me and my Family, Julie, Mitchell, Alex,
                           Nick and Stan.. Thanks.
                           Paul Brewster 193.130.253.3
                           Peterborough, England - Monday, January 19, 1998 at 23:50:43 (PST)
 
 

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