In the early 1980's on the wall, behind my head, in my computer room where I am sitting now, there used to be a huge poster of Robert Smith of the Cure...something like this
It was there because this room used to be Lulu's bedroom and when she was about 14/15 she was a massive fan of The Cure.
Now at age 37 she often reminds me of how I 'robbed' her of the chance of seeing them live.
Now I don't remember too much about this accusation but I can only summise it was because the gig was too far away and we didn't have much money or any transport back then in the early 1980's.
On Friday Morning I received a text from her saying "had a great time at Wembley last night"...yes, she had finally managed to see the 'Cure' in concert at last.
Moral to the story is...ALL THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT!!
That looks just like my troublesome cousin Discordia.