Gaga ooo lala

LADY GAGA WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Waiting in line, us adults were teasing Alex & Maisie about watching 'your tube' and threatening to cut some shapes with our great dance moves.

The best quote we heard in the queue: "some of these people have turned up in their underwear!" (from women who were younger than us - very reassuring). I offered to get my togs (swimsuit) out of the car to wear, or get about in my M&S undies. Daughter and niece were mortified; other queuers giggled (maybe a little nervously!).

Security check consisted of asking Leanne if she had any pop in her bag!

The advantage of being middleaged - they didn't notice her Swiss army knife!

Warm up act "semi precious weapons" were rubbish, would have been better with me playing Mull of Kintyre (my only tune so far) on the guitar. There was an overuse of the f word, as if they thought they were original and cool. Their song "tell me something that I don't know" made me want to shout "you can't sing" but maybe they knew that already.

Then the obligatory long wait for the main event while the arena filled up. There was an air of anticipation, and the smell of revolting burgers filling the atmosphere (Leanne said "you poms will eat anything"). We queued up for some cokes, chilled to the dj playing Michael Jackson. Suddenly, the lights were off, and we were into countdown. There was a very cute story to the concert about the journey to the Monsters Ball. Not much dancing by the Sheffield crowd, good singing though, and we all dutifully held up our paws and showed our teeth.

Amazing stage show, so many costume changes. I was a little concerned when the piano was on fire but it turned out to be just forshadowing for when Gaga's bra was alight! Never realized she was such an acomplished musician. Then it was all over and into the scrum, aka carpark, running the gauntlet of cut price gaga gear, into the car... life went back to normal.