Wild Boys

Please, please tell me now! Are there any Duranies out there? Yea, y’know you’re out there, so don’t even try denying it! I went to the concert with four of the five original members. At the age of 30-something, my friend and I got dropped off and picked up from the show—by her husband (no parents dropping us off this time!). There were a lot of disgruntled husbands accompanying their wives, a few women who didn’t realize we’re no longer living in the ‘80s, several gay men and of course a lot of girlfriends. Though they opened with a new song they did not disappoint us as they shortly broke out into Hungry Like the Wolf. And proved to me that my old age has not gotten to my memory. I remembered all the words. Our seats were perfect—not so close that we were able to see Simon’s love handles (and honestly, there’s nothing lovable about them!) but close enough to see the hotness known as John Taylor. He’s still as skinny and tall and hot as ever! But, can someone please tell Nick to take off that make-up!! Indeed, these wild boys reminded us that this is planet earth and Simon even donned his cap for the Chauffeur. And I couldn’t help but remember all the fainting girls and the limo pulling up to the concert hall from the start of Blue Silver as they played Tiger, Tiger—if you’re a true fan, you know exactly what I’m talking about! They closed with Girls on Film and Rio before we all walked out with our feelings of nostalgia.