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I am feeling an unreasonable amount of terror today. This is really stupid I know but I am a quiet creature who enjoys her routines, who wanders around the house regularly to turn off all the assorted noise makers - radios, TVs, CD players - that people have switched on and abandoned so she can enjoy the lovely sounds in her own head. Silence is a vastly under appreciated commodity. So why am I all wibbly? Because I am committed to taking Jenny and Laura, Mike's gf, to the Cardiff Internaional Arena to see Evanescence tonight. The thing is...I've never been to one of these things before and am scared that it will be very loud. Last time I went to any kind of concert (I don't count the ones in our local theatre where the sound balance is always meticulous) it was at the Students Union in Cardiff to see the Saw Doctors and I spent most of the evening listening from the lobby outside the auditorium because I could hear it better from there - inside it was just white noise and agonisingly painful. Tonight I am taking earplugs!
I feel that I missed out when I was in my teens. Rural Herefordshire didn't host any big bands and while I could have seen Bowie, the Stones, Jethro Tull etc in their hayday it would have meant travelling to Cardiff or Birmingham and my parents would never have allowed me to go. They were prepared to drive 100 miles for 'culture' but 'that awful so-called music' didn't qualify. For some reason I never questioned this - I'm sometimes convinced that I'm living my life in reverse and that I was actually in my forties when I was in my teens and am now regressing at an alarming rate.
Any way - I'll let you know how I get on - by tomorrow I'll probably only be capable of communicating in written form and look forward to saying 'eh?' whenever anyone speaks to me at work.
Oh MUST wish Ben and Steph all the luck in the world with NaNoWriMo - give 'em hell, my darlings!