Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean: For my birthday present this year, my son (bless him) went and ordered two tickets for Brian's concert at Kenwood House! Two premium deckchairs, would you believe. Unbeknownst to me, of course.
So now I've got to see him. Part of me has always balked at the thought of seeing a Brian show. I've always had a horror of live performances (concertos, solo stuff for piano etc) where things could go wrong. Needless to say, the word "chicken" come to mind.
Perhaps this is a better way of looking at it: At long last, I'm going to see my idol.
On a more frivolous note, it just struck me that you can sing the title of this topic to the tune of "Jingle Bells"...
