Are you doing Kylie on New Year's?
- Posted on December 29, 2006 5:50 PM
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I'll never forget my first Kylie concert. I wasn't even meant to be there. It wasn't planned and it wasn't expected but I guess sometimes, being in the right place at the right time has its bonuses.
As an Australian new to London I was desperate for a bit of Kylie action. I was never a fan when I was young - I grew up on a strict diet of Sabbath and The Men and the closest I'd been to pop was sitting atop the sound system while my Dad spun tunes at school discos. In my teens I had metal on one side and jazz on the other. Kylie couldn't have been further from my mind... until I went to uni and the cheese of Aussie uni bar life took hold. Later on, in adulthood, a Kylie tune is a reminder of days gone by and perfect 'put-your-face-on-before-a-big-night' fodder...
Anyway, I wanted to go to the Earls' Court extravaganza of 2005 and I couldn't.
As I feigned complete nonchalance and headed for central London for a girls' night out, I honestly didn't think I cared. That was, until I emerged from the tube and a flustered boyfriend finally got through to my phone.
"Babe, I've got a spare ticket - don't ask how just get here - Kylie's on in 20 minutes!"
Soon after, I found myself flying through town on a magic carpet cab ride... straight into the arms of a waiting lad (why the hell was he going and not me anyway?)
As we took our place next to the Scott-Lee brothers (3SL gone bad), their sister Lisa (Steps) and one of the girls from Liberty X (the one with a face on her like a storm cloud... okay, so that doesn't exactly narrow it down). I guess when Kylie tickets are concerned it pays to know the right cheese-laced people.
As the next few hours unfolded I couldn't believe how magical little Miss Kylie Minogue is in the flesh. She soars, she shimmers and she prances about amongst camp dancers and lashes of sequins on stage. A mix of classics burst forth from the tiny little package (Hand on Your Heart anyone?) and not a single buttock remained seated. She's so old school and uncool she's funky and face it, you'd hum along too. A Kylie concert is a gauranteed sensory overload and extravaganza you'll never forget.
If the feline footage from the Australian Showgirl tour is anything to go by, the people lucky enough to have a ticket to the New Year's gig at Wembley are in for a treat. Who knows whether Dannii will join her on stage, or one of the many other famous friends she has in her little gold back pocket.
As we walked out of Earl's Court, flushed and dizzy from dancing, we never imagined that a cancer diagnosis was on the horizon. Who knows what life holds... but as long as you're in possession of a Kylie New year's ticket at Wembley, you at least know the first few seconds of 2007 will be lodged directly into the memory bank.
Is Kylie not your caper? Let us know what you'll be up to as 2006 ticks over...
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