Credit where credit is wholly due and, I have to say, U2 were simply awe-inspiring last night.
The show was genuinely the best production I've seen on any stage (narrowly edging out some of the better Coleraine Town Hall pantomimes of the early 1980s).
As I mentioned yesterday, we were sitting "behind" the stage and were therefore afforded a fairly unique view of proceedings. This included the opportunity to see the four members of U2 plus the support acts saunter into the arena for a wave and a smile before bouncing up the steps to take their first bow.
Brilliant stuff and I already doubt whether the quality of the show could ever be topped by them or anyone else. That said, I am generally very easily impressed and have been wrong before.
Returning to more domestic matters, my mum and her friend Sarah head off later today after their week's holiday and it really has been a pleasure. Jamie, in particular, has been spoilt absolutely rotten and Vanessa and I will have our work cut out to keep him smiling as much as he has been over the last few days.
But we're nothing if not triers which is why, by teatime, the three of us will be ensconced in a static caravan near Bridlington, East Yorkshire for a long weekend of, well, who knows.
I suggested booking it a little while ago during a moment of weakness - completely forgetting that the Ashes series is drawing to its conclusion at The Oval between now and Monday.
And my attitude to caravanning is only marginally more positive than my attitude to camping (although I'm yet to write a poem about caravanning).
But Vanessa and I have also taken the whole of next week off on leave so there's really little need to be downhearted (other than the fact that my temporary front crown has just fallen out).
More on Monday.
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