Wild boys! (and for once, not mine)

The sound of Duran Duran’s sing-a-long favourites rang out across the desert last night as the pretty boys of ‘80s rock proved they’ve ‘still got it’, minus the shoulder pads.

With a full moon, fiery Mars and countless stars shining down on us, Duran Duran belted out tunes such as The Wild Boys, Rio and Girls on Film, catapulting the audience – most of whom must have been orbiting 40 (not a teeny bopper in sight!), back to an era when teenagers awoke to posters of the five British Midlanders plastered all over their bedroom walls.

The band left the stage with a bang

It was a flash-tastic, energetic performance – even better than in the 80s, according to one Duranie who also saw them in 1984 – followed by the prettiest fireworks I’ve seen in a long time.

Which leads me to a confession: I think I might be a Duranie myself. Twenty-five years too late. At school, it was my great friend Joanne who set her sights on becoming Mrs Le Bon (move over Yasmin, Joanne-Joanne sounded just like Duran Duran, we reasoned). I was a Culture Club chick. But in adult life, I’ve seen D-D twice they’re so fantastic live (muffled video clip below!).

I also realised three other things at the Rugby Sevens venue last night:

– Firstly, wearing heels to totter around in sand is not a good idea – you just end up walking on tip-toes.

At least two heads taller than everyone else! But he's forgiven because he kindly didn't move much and his statuesque height meant there was plenty of space

– Secondly, there is no denying I’m getting on a bit. Okay, old. Simon Le Bon – who I remember for his boyish face, puckered rouged lips and knee-knocking baggy silk trousers – is still a sweetie, but now looks like George Michael crossed with Ricky Gervais. John Taylor, meanwhile, appears to be morphing into Keith Richards.

– Thirdly, a height restriction should have been imposed on the audience. The 8ft man just in front of me must have had the best view in the house, lucky chap! Though, actually, standing behind his towering silhouette worked in my favour, because the vacuum behind him was the perfect space for bopping around, even in heels.

Back in the day


About Circles in the Sand

Sun worshiper, journalist, mother, pilot's wife and distracted housewife living in the land of glitz and sand
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7 Responses to Wild boys! (and for once, not mine)

  1. MsCaroline says:

    Ah, DD – takes me back! What makes me feel really old is that Son#2 is performing in his school’s spring musical, “Back to the ’80s” which he refers to as an ‘Oldies’ musical….ouch.

  2. Iota says:

    Sounds like a great night out.

    Why were they called Duran Duran, anyway?

    • I just googled it! Apparently – inspired by one of their favourite Birmingham clubs, Barbarella’s, the band took their name from the evil character Dr Durand Durand in the 1968 sexy science-fiction cult film Barbarella…!

  3. Nice read I loved it. I search the web looking for great read s like this. I found this by mistake but was very happy with how interestin the read was. Keep up the good work.

  4. The Guat says:

    Awesome. My sister was a huge Duran Duran fan, which meant I became one by default…she had control of the radio stations in the car. 😉

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