Lesley and I spent last weekend in London. We spent Friday evening in the Groucho Club in Soho, drinking expensive cocktails and looking out for celebs (I only saw one, Stephen Merchant).
On the Saturday we travelled out on the tube to Twickenham stadium for the main reason for our trip to London: to see Iron Maiden (see my previous blog posting ‘Maiden Scotland and Geal-charn Mor‘).
This was Iron Maiden’s first UK stadium concert (and mine too), and the only UK venue in their current world tour. The concert wasn’t quite a sell-out, but almost. The whole day out to Twickenham was a real event, well-organised with a lively crowd, and the stadium itself had loads of bars and places to get food.
Iron Maiden put on a great show, with pyrotechnics and stage props galore, and Bruce Dickinson delivered a typically operatic performance with costume changes, plenty of crowd banter and running around the stage like a madman and of course, trademark screaming vocals.
The only thing that spoiled the day for me a bit was the the quality of the sound in the stadium – you can never expect fantastic sound quality at a stadium concert but this was so poor I couldn’t get into the beat of the music (no headbanging for me) and sometimes the sound was such a mush of noise that I couldn’t even tell what song was being played. Despite this it was a great event, and an action-packed trip to London (we also managed to fit in visits to the British Museum and National Gallery).
You can see some photos from the day on my website here.
