There's more to be said over on Bella's pages, but I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the concert.

The Wiggles are just fantastic: consummate professionals, ace musicians, and generally top blokes. And my daughter loves them. Good enough for me any day.

Interestingly, pre-school fandom doesn't seem to be much different from teenage fandom (or older fandom for that matter). There's the screaming. There's the tears. There's the irrational desire to be close to the object of your worship.

And there's the gifts: in the case of the Wiggles the kids bring roses for Dorothy the Dinosaur (she's a vegetarian flower-eater)... it reminded me of post-adolescents giving Morrissey daffodils... or even late middle age women throwing their panties at Tom Jones. Some parents went to ridiculous lengths to ensure their kids had the best offering - purchasing or making elaborate bouquets of roses. (We found a tiny rosebud in the garden for Bella, but it didn't quite make it to Dorothy...)

For once though, I can't be bothered being cynical about all this.  
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