Sue Lawley, Sue Lawley, Sue Lawley.....

There a number of ways in which this blog could have been titled. Notwithstanding the fact that this is my first blog of the year, it is being penned at something approaching midnight to capture the feeling of just having seen the Police perform live. This is a band that: a) still doesn't like each other; or b) has no need to undertake any costume changes; or c) is just so damned tight that they can just come on and play for an hour barely needing to interact with the crowd. They were awesome. Sting may now sport a greying beard that makes it look like he has just finished a stint as Santa at the local shopping centre, albeit a well toned Santa - must be all that tantric loving - Andy Summers, now 65 has lost the bleach blonde hair of his youth but still knows how to drive that Police sound and Stewart Copeland may now need to sport jeps but still bangs the drum as hard as he always did. I don't necessarily feel I need to say much more at this point. My feet and legs ache slightly from the dancing plus the walk home and my ears are ringing slightly. Happy days and good times.