“And they call it puppy love…”
That was the scene when a stadium full of middle aged women were reduced to their former teenage self. This January Donny and Marie brought a bit of Vegas sparkle to Manchester.
I ended up there because of my mum. Her childhood hero was Donny Osmond. She even went to the extremes of having a pillowcase with his face on it. Something about being close to him…
Anyway, for her last birthday my brother and I generously bought her tickets to see him and Marie. For some reason my brother opted out of attending the show. So off my mum and I went.