Not very rock 'n' roll
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It's all going great. A night of sultry warmth. An enthusiastic crowd. The Boss on top form, sometimes challenging, sometimes assertive, sometimes soothing.
The repertoire is all there; the range. Does he raise us up with "Glory Days"? Or is the theme "Spare Parts"?
Is his anthem "Independence Day"? Or is he keener on "The Ties that Bind"? And how about your crowd, your political posse? Are they "Born to Run"? Or gripped by "This Depression"?
Anyway, come the break, and you want to keep the buzz going. You're looking forward to the second half of the Springsteen concert, of course you are.
But, right now, your thoughts turn to beer. At your side, David Mundell looks dry and dusty. You can tell he needs a cold one.
So, ever obliging, off you go in search of liquid sustenance. Hampden's huge and daunting - but you battle gamely through the crowd and lodge your order.
Bummer! A knock back! The guy wants to see ID - and you don't got it! What to do? What to do? Tell him you're the leader of the Scottish Conservatives?
He's not going to buy that! Check the T Shirt, for one thing. It screams rock fan, not Tory politician. (Think, Ruth, think. Tell him the drink is for the Minister of State at the Scotland Office?)
The Minister of what…..at the which? Step aside, miss, I got people to serve. You know, like, adults? Over 18?
But, hey, the only thing to do? Take it as a compliment. Tell Mundell to get his own drink next time. Enjoy the concert.
Then step out into the moody streets. The Streets of Mount Florida.
- Published19 June 2013