We went to see the Sugababes do a pop concert last night.
There was a man outside, you know. He was selling Sugababes FLAGS. Only a bootleg merchandise manufacturer would respond to this current youth obsession with texting, emailing and instant communication by attempting to sell semaphore to the kids. Although, thinking about it, perhaps the music industry could learn a lot from this — maybe they could use carrier pigeons to distribute music.
Anyway, we didn't see much of the pop concert in question, because…
…SOMEONE decided to bring along two dwarves and put them in front of us. Dwarves with RABBIT EARS! Surely these terrifying half-human half-rabbit midgets must be miserable enough to be out in public as it is, without their so-called 'friends' making them stand on seats for everyone to see.
After the concert, we went to a Sugababes-themed piss-up in Kensington. The youngsters and boyband members among you will know exactly what sort of affair it was when we tell you that Sintillate were involved. We tried to make The NME's Tim Jonze dance to some slick R&B beats but he wasn't having any of it, and then Mrs Popjustice decided that it was time to go home. Why can't everyone just get so drunk that they fall over on a Monday night?
Concert review: The Sugababes sang lots of nice songs.