In culmination of a life-long dream, well a fairly long held desire anyhow, I went to see Madonna last night.

The queen of pop played London to an enthusiastic crowd of fans and celebrities and we had perfect seats, near the front, on the side, first row. No heads in front; nothing between me and Mrs Ritchie, my favourite new British resident, living legend and the most recognizable face post-Diana.

Click on Full Article to read Lauren Taylor rewiew from “Thread Magazine”

There was a massive commotion just before it started as Kylie and Dannii Minogue were there, in the block next to us. Oh My God, Madonna, Kylie, and Dannii. Where were Britney and Diana Ross? Certainly not in the rows round me.

Loads of people left their seats and gathered around them, taking photos and shouting. Of course, we were very blasé and cool, and the Minogues just sat there waving, not rattling their Jewellery as John Lennon would have suggested. Brit fashion darling designer Matthew Williamson was there bringing the celeb-fashion quotient up to par. Supporting the rock-chick element was Spice Girl Geri Halliwell, just a Baby when Mads started out as a Virgin in a gondola in white lace.

But, onto Madonna – she was fantastic. Absolutely no smut – she is definitely a mother! The Pope would have no problems with this show; neither would Diet Pepsi, so Papa Needn’t Preach. Her Ritchieness started with Vogue and did a mixture of oldies and newbies from recent album American Life.

As usual, the dancing was brilliant and really athletic. I must stick with my yoga. Madonna had about six costume changes throughout the show; one with a tee-shirt saying ‘Brits do it better‘ which I thought was cool. There were some people playing bagpipes and for a while she was even in a kilt which was fun.

The show was fabulous. We danced and sung all the songs but it seemed to be over so quick. There was no encore which I couldn’t believe. At the end everyone was leaving and I was sure she would come back on. James had to drag me out.

Madonna didn’t disappoint and is a true entertainer that puts the youngies to shame. Well, I’m back to dancing in my room…