To Camden last night to see Morrissey so no Nigella. Mind you, in the spirit of 'express' my handsome brother and his wife and I walked from Marylebone to Baker Street scoffing a Cornish Pasty 'on the hoof' if you squished your eyes up I could have easily resembled Ms Lawson dashing to pick the kids up from jazz tap.
Morrissey ofcourse was sensational although I am getting too old for support acts, this lot were called Girl in a coma and were a trio of angry ladies from Texas. They were rather out of kilter with the Morrissey sound which made me beg the question why support bands can't match genre like cinema trailers reflect the certification of a feature film. Anyway, it was a smashing night, one to bore the grandchildren with.
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