Just realised that I haven't blogged about the That (or "This'n'That", as my aunty calls them!).
Last Saturday, me and my sister (who bought my ticket for my birthday) went to Manchester to see Take That. It was a hot day and I was worried about getting charred, but - wouldn't you know it? - we'd been at Old Trafford cricket ground for about five minutes when it started to pour down. Ever paranoid, I'd taken a mac and Leanne had an umbrella so we weren't too bad, but we saw a quite ridiculous amount of underwear (where people's clothes had gone transparent) and gooseflesh (particularly the man nearby who took his shirt off to protect it from the rain!).
But once the boys men came on stage all that was forgotten. It really is an incredible show. You've probably seen the elephant in the paper and that was amazing, but the thing that most fascinated me was the women on trapezes (is that the plural of trapeze?) swinging in front of the giant screens. I just couldn't get used to it. Not only did it seem like an animation, it also highlighted the phenomenal scale of the stage set.
Because I am a doof, I haven't got round to buying the latest album and so didn't know quite a lot of the songs. I still enjoyed them, but for me the highlights were, unsurprisingly, the songs I did know. Never Forget was amazing (and is, as Leanne pointed out, their arms-aloft Radio GaGa) and the finale - Rule the World - was magical.
It was a great night, topped off with a portion of chips and David collecting us in the car (the transport situation was ridiculous) and bringing us a cup of tea each. You can't buy that kind of service!
