‘Twas the hubby’s birthday on the Friday, so I had decided to surprise him by buying two tickets to see the best Funky, Hip Hop Band in the world ‘Black Eyed Peas’.  Saturday arrived and we headed off to Sin City, just the two of us.

 A good hour and a half later we were standing by the doors amongst a few teenie boppers.  There were all sorts of people, all shapes and sizes.  Once we got inside the superbowl, you could feel the excitement stirring and brimming with people.  I had got us standing tickets, so we could completely be engrossed in the vibe and music.

I was styling, dressed in jeans, a white fake fur jacket and my white ‘fuck-me’ boots.  Now a concert is not a concert without a few condoms floating above your head.  I was slowly starting to lose my sense of humour after standing for over an hour, “why oh why did I wear these boots!”

Then it happened!  The show began, out came the Black Eyed Peas captivating, enthralling and holding us all spellbound.  Fergie has the most powerful voice and there was so much energy, great musicians.  Brilliant.

 We sang, screamed, cheered until I had no vocal chords left, gone, vanished without a trace.  I had lost all feelings in my legs, not that I had noticed.

 It was a fantastic show which we both thoroughly enjoyed and I did not have to drink myself into a coma.