I found this review from The i Paper by Siobhan Norton:
"No one seemed in a hurry to get seated at the Royal Albert Hall, even as the lights dimmed and the warm-up DJs began. Rows of seats remained empty, and the main arena only had a scattering of people milling about. Yet it was a sold-out performance to see Erykah Badu, the queen of neo-soul, for a tribute to her seminal sophomore album, Mama’s Gun.
“Let’s just hope she turns up,” one concert-goer said to her friend as they settled in at the bar. In 2024, Badu cancelled her headline performance at the London festival Cross the Tracks, despite making it as far as a sound check. She cited illness, but fans speculated that she might have had other reasons – this woman plays by her own rules. Tonight, time began to creep, yet the mood of the crowd didn’t dip – they know Badu well.
At 50 minutes past her scheduled stage time, she emerged – nonchalant, poised and resplendent in her now signature towering hat and oversized coat and trousers, more fitting to an Alpine ayahuasca ceremony than an Italianate concert hall – and all was forgiven."
Hmmm!
Sophie went to see a friend at lunchtime, and I continued my pottering about, not doing an awful lot! Keith had prepared all the vegetables for tonight's dinner of toad in the hole, so there wasn't much to do for dinner.
After Sophie returned, I had a bath, completed some feminine tasks, and we gathered back down in the kitchen to chat. We all decided, again, that we didn't fancy dinner, so we postponed the meal until tomorrow. We are going to have to rewrite the rules for our weekend meals!
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