Spent a long weekend in the Metropolis and am glad to get some peace and quiet again. I really don't handle noise too well right now and any background sounds tend to make any sort of conversation very difficult.
The object this weekend was to see Queen; not THE Queen, I wouldn't cross the road to see her, but QUEEN, seventies rock stars, along with Paul Rodgers, standing in for the late lamented Freddie.
This was at the O2, that big tent on the south of the river somewhere near Canary Wharf. It is BIG and must hold about 30,000 or more. It isn't just a concert venue, it is also rather like a small town in its own right, and we ate a hearty meal with wine for very reasonable rates before finding our seats. How odd it was when we found ourselves seated next to people that we knew, who had booked independently and more or less at the last minute. They live in the same town and we even knew them by name. The world sometimes feels very small.
It was LOUD - they went through most of their greatest hits and even Freddie got to appear albeit on a screen, singing Bohemian Rhapsody. The crowd loved them and one got the feeling that they were back in their element, faced with a sea of happy faces and waving arms.
It was an experience, and one shared by a pretty diverse audience, though i have to say it was largely white and middle aged. Would i go again? Bloody right i would.
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