Stop Police!

Friday was a lazy day for me with very little of anything going on, I just need to chill for a while and unwind. Jake came round in the evening and we had a Chinese take out and a bottle of wine, well come on, it's me, what do you expect! Sometimes I think I have a drink problem, other times I don't, I mean sometimes I drink, I fall over - no problem!

Saturday dawned early, at least by my standards, the sun was bright and the sky a lovely shade of powder blue that gave me a morning spurt of energy and a will to do something with my day. So I busied myself with those domestic chores, that one usually saves up for days off, you know the washing, the dusting, the hoovering and all that. I whizzed round like a professional domestic engineer (cleaner!) and was all done by 10am. I wanted to go for a ride on the bike then, after all it's been a long while since I was in the saddle, but I had to wait for my Tesco food delivery. Two hours later he turned up with my goodies, after unpacking, I settle down to a coffee when Angus sent me a text asking if I was working that night. I replied in the negative and then he offered me that chance to see The Police playing at Twickenham Stadium, naturally I jumped at the chance!

We met at four at Brighton station and started out train trip to Twickers! It was fab to natter with our Angus as our anticipation ascended. I've never been to Twickenham before and I must say I was rather impressed with the rather huge stadium, the home of English rugby, it's big and was very well organised. We mingled with the gathering throng, complained at the price of official merchandise, sank a pint and took our seats in the North Stand, block 25, row 28. I'm really glad that Angus had chosen tickets in one of the stands and on one of the levels as the on pitch seating would have been a tad difficult to even see where the stage was! Sting's son was on first, but to be honest, we were outside having a pint, so comment about it I can not. Then there was a little break before Maximo Park took the limelight on the stage, now I can't claim to be a fan and indeed if you'd have asked me what they've done, I'd be hard pushed to name a single track of theirs, yet my foot was tapping and I quite enjoyed them. OK, so we were at the back and I'd have loved to have been closer, but we did benefit from being central and thus great sound quality.

Angus wasn't too chuffed with the musical abilities to entertain of Maximo, so we piddled about with sending texts and taking photos and being, well kinda silly really! I blame Angus, cuz you'd never get me being silly now would you? Oh hulloo James, nice pic from New York! Anyway after a comfort stop and a drag (for me) me were back in our seats, and after around ten waves of the Mexican variety the lights dimmed and wee got ready for the main event. Oh, before I go on about Sting and the boys, I just want to add that this is the first time I've been involved in a Mexican wave, that is on three different balconies with nearly fifty-five thousand people taking part!

The stadium lights dimmed, the crowd had a collective intake of breath, the stage spots shone brilliantly, the music started and the vocal stylings of Sting filled the air of Twickenham. I was surprised at how much I'd missed the sound of The Police, who have not had a track out for years, but hearing them play live, was a trip into audio wonderment. Having earlier said the sound quality was good for Maximo, on a couple of tracks from the headliners, the same can not be said, it did shake a bit, maybe it has something to do where we were sitting, so far back that it took half a second to reach us. However that gripe aside it was a really good gig and their classic hits shone through and really raised the roof. Roxanne was powerful, Do Do Do Da Da Da was played to the crowd with the obligatory audience participation. To say the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention would be a massively over used cliche, yet during Every Breath You Take and Walking On The Moon it was true. Sting was no bigger than my thumb nail, but thanks to the two stage flanking video screens we could enjoy seeing him perform and for a guy his age, he's looking pretty good and sure puts a lot into what is, to be honest, just another day at work for him! The Police live at Twickenham Stadium was a darn fine gig, very enjoyable, entertaining and a thrill. Getting out was a bit of a mare, but then again, with 55,000 people all heading out, it was never going to be fast, it seemed like a different day when we finally got back to the relative safety and normality of Brighton station at 1.14am.

This morning I rose with Every Breath tripping the light fantastic in my cranial cavern, I watched a bit of news - more on that in a mo, and then rode over to Portslade to see my brother, who wasn't there, so I rode back. Yes, indeed I got back in the saddle and yes, my legs are aching like fuck right now, well actually, just the right leg, the one with metal and screws on the inside, is giving me a throbbing pain, but hey, thems the breaks!

So breaking news all day was that following Gerry and Kate McCann's interviews by the Police in Portugal and being named as suspects, they've headed home, back to the UK. When little Maddie first went missing, Gerry and Kate said they would not leave Portugal until their daughter was with them, yet now they are official suspects, they've hightailed their sorry arses outta town! After the first week the toddler being missing, I've thought that there was something not quite right with those two. Something was amiss, the whole way they've carried themselves, everything about them has just the odour of insincerity about it. I'm not saying they are guilty of murdering the little Maddie, but they are somehow implicated in her disappearance. I guess we will have to wait and see what happens next, but I'm willing to bet good money that there are more police interviews to come for the McCanns and maybe even some charges! Bout time too if you ask me!

That's it for now! More soon!