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I was later attending a pan-European meeting of the freshly appointed European personal computer managers at Villeneuve-Loubet and it meant I would now be away for those Evita tickets I had obtained. My daughter had regularly played the 1976 concept-album for the show, and knew every word of every song, so we agreed she should go with Jane, job done.
It became a bit of a thing when visiting Villeneuve-Loubet, that you often finished early and could try to catch an earlier flight home. This is what happened on this occasion, I delightedly managed to switch my ticket to an earlier flight and thus might just make it into central London in time to see the show. But I was faced with a dilemma when Robb Wilmott, who had been attending another meeting, arrived at the airport looking to do the same thing. Yes, RHIP (rank hath its privileges) but I managed to duck and dive to avoid him – sorry Robb!
I got to the Prince Edward theatre early and looked around for a tout. I explained my wife and daughter would be arriving with two great tickets and I wanted to swap these for three fair-to-also-ran seats. He was merciless in his demands and we stood near each other knowing that we had unfinished business. I spotted Jane and Sarah arriving, Sarah in her best frock, she was nine years old. Fortunately, the tout saw the same expression on Sarah’s face when she saw me. Crestfallen doesn’t quite express it well enough, she was desolated (preparing her for becoming French years later, an early lesson in je suis desolé). As he had seen it, the tout showed he had a heart and gave me a reasonable deal on the three-for-two. Sarah sang every tune with the cast much to the delight of us and an American woman sat on the other side of her.
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