Frizzworld

I have spent the day recovering from nine hours or so at Wembley yesterday. It was fun, but also very long and there is only so many times you can be told to recycle and switch off lights. I’m not sure about the sound at Wembley, yesterday it was incredibly loud and sometimes it was good and sometimes it was awful and at those times I was very tempted to ask the woman behind me with the earplugs if she had a spare pair.

Best were Paulo Nutini who was a revelation and was absolutely brilliant as were the Red Hot Chili Peppers and the consummate professional, Madonna.

Geri Halliwell introduced Duran Duran and got booed… need I say more.

I planned my teeth brushing trips very badly missing Keen and Kasabian, I would have much preferred to have missed Black Eyed Pees and Pussycat Dolls the latter a combination of Charlie’s Angles and Playboy which stirred the irate feminist in me.

Corinne Bailey Rae was nice as was John Legend – for some reason he was only allowed one song.

The press is right though in that there was no amazing inspirational moment of the day… and with jokes about performers arriving in private jets – there were lots of mixed messages around.