Friday, 4 January 2013

Sir Paul ...

Waiting to go backstage with my VIP pass and my pink paper (to wave when Paul gave a shout out to his family and friends in the crowd)

Our reason for heading to Vancouver in November was to see Paul McCartney in concert.  We were super excited about the prospect of seeing a real, live Beatle on stage and our excitement escalated when we discovered that we might have a chance of meeting Sir Paul himself.  The connection came through the owner of the company that C heads up.  Let's call him D.  Well, turns out that D was going to Vancouver for the concert as well and that D's best friend is Sir Paul's second cousin!  So, somehow, on a Sunday evening in Vancouver, we found ourselves at a pre-concert party in an amazing apartment overlooking downtown Van and the surrounding mountains, being handed a VIP pass for the concert.  C, a major Beatles fan (he possibly knows all there is to know about the great band), was beside himself with excitement and the buzz in the room as we prepared to leave for the concert was unbelievable.  Eventually, the time came and all 50 of us walked to the stadium where we were ushered backstage into a private hospitality suite organised by Paul's people.  There was some talk that Paul was going to make an appearance and while we waited to see what would happen, we enjoyed the free-flowing wine and beer.  Next thing we knew, we were heading out to a pre-arranged spot for a group photo with Paul before he went on stage.  I must say that he seemed like a delightful man, wandering around backstage with a cup of tea and his wife trailing behind him.  We had the group photo (still waiting for Paul's people to approve it to be sent out to us all), he said a few words and then he was off.  Next thing we knew, we were in our seats and watching the great man on stage.  What a surreal experience!

Follow that pink paper!

Backstage with our VIP passes

"Hello everyone!"

"Shall I sit here?"

Just a few minutes later on stage

A few videos so you get a sense of the evening ...




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