The man lived up to all my expectations. And exceeded them.
Yes, George is getting old, but it didn’t matter when he was singing or swinging his hips. Nicky and I spent the night swooning and trying to spot the paunch he’s attempting to hide by wearing a jacket.
No words will do last night justice. But it was worth re-injuring my sore foot, injuring my other one and the sheer exhaustion.
(and yes, I cried happy tears while he was on stage)