He's only a little fella...

We went to see the legendary Prince in concert at the O2 Arena (i.e. the old Millennium Dome) on Saturday. I do not have the time or inclination to write a full review, but here is a precis, as culled from an email to a colleague earlier today:

"Some of it was just like a party - think Soul Train with a hint of evangelism (no-one was preaching, but there was a kind of "let me hear you" kind of atmosphere).

He started off with a hit ("Let's go crazy"), then the Soul Train section, then he kept teasing us. The band were really tight, but they could have played more of the hits. I think it is because he is playing 21 nights, so he is playing a different set every night. Although it was great to see him play stripped down solo versions of "Little Red Corvette" and "Raspberry Beret", it would have been even better to see them played with full band.

Anyway, no complaints, for £35 each we attended a once in a lifetime concert from a legend, on what is probably his last UK tour.

Oh yeah, he is absolutely bloomin' amazing at the guitar!"

Returning to a previous topic of interest (commuting), the journey down from Birmingham to Greenwich was fine - about two and a half hours. I quite enjoyed driving in London again after a long time away from the capital. The journey back was a nightmare. Getting out of London was fine, but we got caught in a queue in the roadworks on the M1 near Luton. We got stuck at 1.30am, and took a whole hour before we were able to get going again! Luckily, before we hit the road, we thought of taking the precautionary measures of: (a) going to the toilet, and (b) stocking up on snacks and drinks.