O2 be in London now the Hens are Here: Girls Aloud
A break from children's TV... and five minutes not about politics
Hi everyone… what a day. If you’re in the UK, that is (if you’re in the US, you probably just overate a bit.) Whether you stayed up all night, woke up at 4.30 (I did, and I regret nothing) or are just getting up now because you waited til Liz Truss silently stood there without even thanking her team (so rude)… welcome. There is a lot of great content out there written by actual politics nerds, but I thought I’d send this out today anyway so it could act as a little palate cleanser instead.
Firstly, I hope you’re all sitting comfortably. I’m not – I made the mistake of taking the girls to circus skills and letting them ride on my back like an elephant, then lifting them in and out of those silk swing things 😭What was I thinking? Did I forget I have a back condition? Perhaps chronic illness would take a day off in the face of circus-themed jollity? Dear reader, it did not, and now I am in so much pain. To distract myself, I have decided to push through the agony and…. Write about seeing Girls Aloud at the O2 last month.
This is going to be my first paid post, because it’s not about children’s TV. I know the Substack playbook for the entry into “paid content” is to have some clickbaity sensational personal revelation to share but… I have nothing. I mean, I did go to Girls Aloud with two men, neither of whom were my husband. But that’s purely because he prefers Boygenius and CMAT to noughties pop bangers. So, sorry for the lack of gossip, but pay up and click through if you want to read my first gig review since 2007* – which, as I was writing it, turned into a meditation on the loss of places we love. Alright, Captain Bringdown… what I mean is, click through for Cheryl!