At The Water's Edge
Gut Feelings In The Face Of Logic
I've been a big fan of Bryan Ferry for a long time and indeed he can in some way be blamed for what I'm doing now. In 1993 I went to one of his concerts that happened to be on a Saturday. I had probably the best seat that I've ever had at a concert (fourth row) and had a great time. There was a concert at the same venue the next day for which I hadn't got a ticket but as it got to about 5pm on the Sunday, I had the urge to go back to the venue. It didn't make sense: I hadn't got a ticket and I'd already seen the show, what was the point in going? However I did go and what followed that evening was that I got a front row seat, I went to the aftershow party, discovered that the father of one of my pupils (I was a teacher at the time) was Ferry's video editor and later in the following year because of that evening I actually got to meet Ferry himself (described here). All because of an illogical, impractical decision.
