Take That, depression

Despite our current reduced circumstances (how very Jane Austen that sounds!) I did something to treat myself last week.

Take That, a band I have loved since my teenage years, are going on tour again next year. For anyone who doesn't know who they are (i.e anybody in the US!) they're a former boy band who are now a man band! They broke up years and years ago after Robbie Williams left, but got back together a couple of years ago and are now even more popular than they were before - much to everyone's amazement (except mine!) Here's a gratuitous picture....

So, despite the fact the tickets weren't exactly cheap, I spent rather a long time clicking the refresh button on the website and finally managed to bag a pair of tickets to one of the stadium gigs. Bless my lovely husband (he'd rather eat worms than go to hear them play) - he just told me I deserved to go, so I SHOULD go. What a wonderful man he is...

I just felt that, given all the depressing things going on in my life at the moment, a slice of pure escapism (because that's what it is) is just what I need. Of course their music isn't high art (or even anything close), but there's something about their brand of optimism and wholesomeness that is hugely cheering. And added to that, they put on a fantastic live show which has you singing and dancing for days afterwards - which is what I really need at the moment.

Fingers crossed we're still in the county so I can actually make the gig!