Last night I went to see Riverdance at the Bristol Hippodrome.
This famous show has been touring the world since 1995 and this year it is presenting its farewell tour. I thought that I had better see it while I could. I went with daughters Colleen and Collette and much to my surprise Joseph wanted to see the show too (I had showed him clips on You Tube).
But the person I most wanted to take to the show was unable to go. That person wasn't, on this occasion, my dear wife Marie (although I would have liked to have taken her too, but her agoraphobia won't let her venture into any theatre just now). No, on this occasion I wished that my dad could have gone with me. My father was an amazing person and parent, and I'll It was a show that he had always planned on seeing, but unfortunately he died without realising that ambition. Because of this, my enjoyment of the show was tinged with sadness. My daughters felt a little like this too, because they were both very fond of their grandfather.
It was a great show, and like the rest of us, Joseph really enjoyed it. Being only 8 years old, I was quite impressed by the interest that he showed in the show.
Here's a recent clip of the show in passable quality. It lasts nearly 9 minutes and starts off with a little flamenco style dancing, followed by the two principle dancers. The whole troupe assembles for the last 3 or so minutes.