I went to the BBC Radio 2 festival in a day on Sunday with my mum. It was so lovely to have a mum and daughter day. It feels like it’s been long overdue.
My dad bought my mum and a ticket and Daniel bought me one, as a surprise!
The line up was really fun. There was Lenny Kravitz, Rita Ora, The Band Of Love, All Saints, The Shires, Boyzone, Manic Street Preachers and Kylie Minogue. The weather was absolutely beautiful, everyone was in a happy spirit and it was just such a fun day. I love concerts/gigs. And I love it even more when they mix up the genres. I wouldn’t have paid to see half those artists individually, but at a “festival in a day” you get to experience different bands.
We got talking to a couple next to us and we said that we were there to see Boyzone. The lady turned to me and said “aren’t you embarrassed to admit that”. At first I was a bit shocked, but then I felt angry..
Why the fuck would I be embarrassed? I have been a fan of them since I was 5 years old, That’s 25 years now.. I have been to every tour they have done. They bring me so much joy and happiness. Sure – they aren’t the “coolest band”.. But who is now-a-days. Everyone’s taste is different. When I hear their music, it brings me so much happiness and joy. It takes me back to that five-year old who used to sing and make up dance routines in her bedroom. It takes me back a happy memory to when I was with a group of my friends in the youth club talent show, we were called Girlzone (original) and we won the bar of chocolate as the first place prize. I have met Shane from Boyzone a few times, and I know how much of a kind, gentleman he is. No matter what (excuse the use of the song title) I was going through in my life, the hard and sad times, I would always put them on and find comfort or watch a tour and feel happier. Why would I be embarrassed by a band who ALWAYS puts a smile on my face, who always gives me this warm buzz inside me. Why would I be embarrassed by something that makes me happy and gives me so much joy.
And that got me thinking about other aspects of my life. I love to colour and craft in general. I used to make and sell cards, but people would mock me for it. I used to craft to take my mind off the shit time of my life and used crafting like a therapy. Now I craft because it’s great fun and I think it’s important to have hobbies.
I’m a plane enthusiast/plane geek/ plane spotter/ fascinated by WW2.. I never told anyone and was always shy about it. Why? Because it was “weird” that a young female would have an interest in it. Did we suddenly step back to 1950’s? Nope – but we are just surrounded by judgemental folk. Now I embrace it. If someone mentions the RAF – I show them my Lancaster Bomber tattoo and tell them stories about my Taxy ride in Just Jane with a proud smile on my face.
If someone has a hobby, has something in their life that brings them genuine happiness, who are we to judge them? Who are we to put people on the spot or make them embarrassed to enjoy something? There may even be specific reasons they enjoy these hobbies, they could use them as an escape of their life which may not be as rosy as you think it is.
As patronising as it is, let you be you and live your life the way you want too. You only get one shot at it and sod anyone who becomes judgemental.
P.S being judgemental isn’t a hobby, it’s just called being an arsehole.