Another Wild Night in Lichfield

Last night, the Cathedral City of Lichfield played host to one of the icons of the Seventies. I refer , of course, to Mr Coo-Ca-Choo himself, Alvin Stardust. This was Terry and Yvonne's era, so we all went together to see him. During the first half, he played all the old rock n roll songs (our era) and told stories of meeting his own idols. In the second half, he entered to the roar of a motor bike engine and lots of smoke, donned in the black leather gear he is famous for and belted out his own hit records as well as some more old rock and roll favourites which got everybody dancing in the aisles.
During the encore, he peeled off his leather gloves and threw one of them to Yvonne, who missed out. Then, he began to shake up a bottle of champagne prior to spraying the front rows with it. Now this was too much for Yvonne, just the sight of drink, let alone the smell of it, galvanised her into action. She was up out of her seat and down at the stage front before you could say 'my coo-ca- choo'. After he had sprayed the audience with some of the fizz, he gave the remainder of the bottle to Yvonne, who duly asked him to autograph it after the show.
Reluctantly we all went home but happy and satisfied with a good night out singing all the way back to the car and planning our next night out. Not a bad start to our Ruby Wedding celebrations.