So, picture the scene. It’s a ‘school night’ but I’ve got a sitter, taken half a day’s holiday and have made my way to London for a big night out. I have tickets to see Pink at a great venue and I’m really looking forward to it! Before we go into the arena for a good old sing song and a bit of a boogie we grab a spot of dinner, which was delicious by the way. We sink a couple of beers and the evening is going pretty much perfectly. A quick dash to the merchandise stands relieves me of some of my hard earned cash, but I get myself a fab t-shirt and my daughter a cute sweatshirt; this will be her token Santa gift this year as she officially came clean about no longer believing the other day, although apparently ‘my inner Santa’ still needs to be nurtured to allow me to convincingly hoodwink other unsuspecting innocents – you’ve got to love her! Anyway, sorry I digress…
So, the food was good, the beer was cold, the large white dome shaped venue complete with its own indoor rollercoaster was very impressive indeed. The gig itself was fabulous; she sounded and looked great and was supported by a host of unnaturally flexible dancers and acrobats. So what you may wonder had they got wrong? Well, this is the first time I have recounted this story in this way because until now all I have mentioned is that I was sat at this most impressive venue holding my iPhone and couldn’t get any reception!
Brilliant O2, simply brilliant!!