Who “hearts” Justin Bieber?
If there’s one thing I’d rather do than attend a Justin Bieber concert, it would be to slowly insert drawing pins under my fingernails while listening to Celine Dion sing that Titanic song.
So, when news broke that Bieber was coming to Dubai, I hoped DD wouldn’t find out about it. I did, after all manage to shield her from news that the Jonas Brothers were playing in Abu Dhabi back in Nov 2010. “Oh!” I said innocently when she told me her school friend had been to the concert, “If only I’d known!”
Anyway, unfortunately DD is now far too well connected to miss that kind of news. I may not tell her about it, but she listens to Dubai 92 on the school run and she heard the ads herself. Bah humbug, what choice did I have? This is a girl who believes she’s going to be a rock star; a girl who’s already taking classical guitar lessons so she can learn electric guitar; a girl who spends far too much time playing with the “Talking Justin Bieber” app on the iPad (My advice? Don’t go there).
All her friends would be going to the concert.
So I pre-registered my reluctant interest and, when the presale tickets went on sale on Friday, I logged on and snaffled them up. Reluctantly. (Honestly, I think you should get a discount for being reluctant).
So today we were chatting about which of her friends had managed to get tickets and then DD dropped a bombshell.
“I don’t really love him,” she said, casually, as I popped the lasagne in the oven.
“What do you mean?” I tried not to screech, having just dropped the best part of £170 on two tickets to make 2013 a year she’ll still talk about in 2083.
“Well,” she said. “I like his music, and it’d be cool to hear that. But looks-wise? He’s out of my league.”
Out of her league????
DD is clearly – as the spawn of me and the genetically perfect DH – the most beautiful girl in the world. How could the chavtastic-looking Bieber be out of her league?
“What on earth do you mean?” I asked.
“It’s that hair,” she said. “I just couldn’t go out with anyone who had that weird hair thing going on. Uh!”
That’s my girl DD. Remember that when you’re 15.