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A Design for Life
".....as we are told that this is the end..." Then the freaking confetti canons went off and the air was thick with red, white and green confetti.
And I felt something inside me go 'click' and I knew that it was the end. Of what, I don't know; I just know I felt the most acute sense of loss in that moment. I stood, singing, staring alternately at Nicky's exuberant final strut and the impossibly thick rain of confetti and mourning the end of I know not what.
When it finished, and we turned and laughed and exclaimed what an incredible gig it had been, I noticed I was shaking. I was still shaking as we made our way out of the doors and into a frantic Cardiff evening.
It feels like a dream somehow, over 130 miles away and nearly 24 hours since the event, it very nearly is. Except I'm still suffering a real, hard sense of loss. I've heard that song a thousand times and at 11 gigs, what was different this time?
And I felt something inside me go 'click' and I knew that it was the end. Of what, I don't know; I just know I felt the most acute sense of loss in that moment. I stood, singing, staring alternately at Nicky's exuberant final strut and the impossibly thick rain of confetti and mourning the end of I know not what.
When it finished, and we turned and laughed and exclaimed what an incredible gig it had been, I noticed I was shaking. I was still shaking as we made our way out of the doors and into a frantic Cardiff evening.
It feels like a dream somehow, over 130 miles away and nearly 24 hours since the event, it very nearly is. Except I'm still suffering a real, hard sense of loss. I've heard that song a thousand times and at 11 gigs, what was different this time?