Sometimes things affect you in a way you don’t quite expect, and I guess our trip to see Sinatra in London on Saturday night was a bit like that. The show was extremely cleverly put together and choreographed, the big band orchestra and dancers were fabulous. But the main thing for me was seeing the old footage of Frank Sinatra and hearing him sing. Because it brought back extremely fond memories of my own grand parents.
My Grandad fancied himself as a bit of an old romantic and loved to sing songs by both Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby, particularly to my nan and especially when he had drunk a few beers, though he sang at all times of the day and night. Grandad was also a very slim man for his whole life, and as my hubby said he wore the same kind of clothes that Frank wore when on stage for our family gatherings. Hubby and I were both sat thinking the same thing which was slightly spooky but great. I think the effect was helped by us being in the London Palladium a wonderful historical building.
The whole day was great, we headed off on the train in the early afternoon and once we got to the west end, hubby suggested we go to the champagne bar in Selfridges which was extremely pleasant not to mention romantic. Sitting drinking a very nice glass of pink champagne while watching people spend their money! Then we went on to have a meal before wandering around the Oxford Street / Regents street area and then heading off to the Palladium.
Of course hubby is now complaining that he spent too much money, and is mighty glad our anniversary is only once a year. But then if it wasn’t such a trip would hardly feel special.