Shine a Light.
When I told Kev that I wanted to see 'Shine a light' the Martin Scorsese film about the Rolling Stones he looked at me disapprovingly. He'd seen them three times in 19sixtysomething.
Why did I want to go?
1: It was IMAX which I hadn't seen as the films are usually about cartoon penguins or Superheroes.
2: I'd been slagging off geriatric rockers for so long that I felt I ought to see what I was on about.
Eileen was happy to oblige and pointed out to the young woman taking the money that, although we were claiming our concessions, we were both much younger than Sir Michael Jagger of Dartford.
Keith smiles a lot (probably to hide all his chins) and smokes whilst he sings. I suspect he dyes his head black to match his lovely panda eyeliner.
Mick has a better bum than Kylie and a flatter stomach than D Beckham. His hair is lovely.
Charlie looks like an elderly, dignified jazz fan who has turned up at the wrong gig.
Ron(nie) keeps a low profile. I still expect to see Brian there but not Bill Wyman.
They are skinny, old, grizzled and horribly wrinkly but they seem to love each other and what they do. If you like that sort of thing you'll get your moneysworth.
The high spot was ‘Champagne and reefer’ with Buddy Guy who blew them all off the screen.
The low spot (you won't believe this) was a clip of a 1999 interview with Keith and Ronnie with ...Chris Evans. EEeargh!
I enjoyed the film but I’ll never be an advocate of geriatric rock. I still have the 'Sticky Fingers' album with the real zip on the front but I moved on after that.
Interesting to see whether Madonna can keep going into her sixties. Will a woman be allowed to perform with wrinkly hands and a groovy face?
I doubt it.