Is there virtue in standing outside in the pouring rain for four hours awaiting one of the greatest rock and roll bands ever? No.Is there bravery in standing outside in the pouring rain for four hours awaiting one of the greatest rock and roll bands ever? No.
Is there Satisfaction - sorry couldn't help that one - in standing outside in the pouring rain for four hours awaiting one of the greatest rock and roll bands ever? Well, no, not until Mick, Keith, Ron and Charlie hit the stage in Halifax and then the waiting became the stuff of heros and legend.
And one day, when we sit in our rocking chairs in the old folks home, blanket over our knees, hearing trumpet in our ear (due to damage caused by loud rock and roll concerts) we will tell our grandchildren of this heroic act.
Like veterans of Culloden and Agincourt, we will talk of the rain, the mud, the soaking wringing wet clothes, the cold feet, the shivers, the misery, the virtue, the bravery and the satisfaction of the long wait. And we will tell them over and over and over again.
And our grandchildren, bless them, will nod politely and then leave the old folks home saying to one another: "Grannie's sweet, but whatever you do, don't mention The Stones."
