Big stadium gigs (are they still gigs when they’re on this scale?) aren’t something I’m very familiar with – more through laziness than anything else, the idea of spending a morning on redial putting me off straight away. So tickets for the Take That show on Thursday night came by default.
I can see why people love Take That. The show was a visual spectacle on a scale you won’t see very often and if you’re a devoted fan, them boys sure know how to entertain. I like them. Honestly. I didn’t know any of their latest music (and very little of their earlier music too) which made me feel slightly fraudulent being there. And I was quite terrified by the scale of the event – it’s not often you spend the evening with 47,000 drunk Glaswegians (drunk on Robbie? Mark? or Carling Black Label? Not sure which had the highest proof).
But anyway, it was great fun. We escaped early to avoid the crush and I loved the burger vans lining the path to the Stadium. Five minutes after this and 47,000 hungry Take That fans would all be craving burgers and chips.