It’s the twenty…. third of September at an unsociable hour in the night (morning). I honestly don’t want to be writing right now. Well, I want to but I suppose I don’t think that I should. I always like to write as beautifully as possible which rarely occurs so close to the end of the day. But if I don’t write today, then I won’t write tomorrow. And so forth until I give up again. That’s an inexcusable amount of waffle. Please forgive me.

Let’s start again.

Tonight’s adventure was to the magnificent Alexandra Palace in North London. My first visit and I must admit I was astounded by the arena. Stunning architectural structures with the elegant flourishes in abundance. Oh, and stain glass windows designed solely to enthral. A venue fit for the most sophisticated and upstanding of society. Tonight’s main event was my favourite flame-haired enchantress, Florence (Welch) and her mighty machine. Her energy was proliferate and contagious. Her voice was seductive, sweet and beautiful as I’ve ever heard. She makes me feel like a twinkling of light. That’s not the most powerful piece of expression I’ve ever done but I can’t think of any other way to describe it.

I danced. And sang my heart out. My voice will pay my dues tomorrow.

I was quite sangfroid about the playlist but I must admit that I now would have been disappointed if I hadn’t been privy to Drumming Song as she finished the set. One of my all time favourite songs.

“Louder than sirens, louder then bells, sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell…”

Anyways, that’s, well, nothing special but it’s a start. Must dash.

Night, night.