My tickets were for the last Manchester date. At the time I thought this was a good idea but there were so many pics and You Tube clips on Twitter and Facebook from previous gigs that I felt like I had practically seen the show and knew all the surprises, which was a little disappointing.
The day of the concert was shocking. It was raining and I’d been to a rather big party the day before so I had a raging hangover. After driving across the Pennines in torrential rain, then getting soaking wet walking to the venue – not to mention the frustration of my brolly turning inside out numerous times with the wind, I was not in the best of moods.
I sat down, cold, wet and pretty miserable – and our seats were in the Gods!
My mood mellowed slightly when The Pet Shop Boys came on. They played lots of old songs which brought back some fab memories. And by the time Take That came on I was singing with the rest of them.
Take That didn’t disappoint. The gig was great – more of a show than a concert. I loved every minute of it. And while I really enjoyed the music, the performances and the singing what really did it for me was the crowd. From my position (in the Gods) I watched over 55,000 people swaying and clapping all together in time – truly synchronized. The image of everyone dancing to Never Forget will live with me forever.