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We leave for Wembley in two cars. Our egos can't fit into one. She takes a stretch limo, while I follow in a Reliant Robin. She comes off stage to the screams of 25 million adoring fans and I wring the sweat out of her thong. "Where would I be without you?" she yells, as she leaves by helicopter. "See you in Paris. Get yourself an off-peak Eurostar ticket."

More later, I hope.  Super busy due to having been away for so long!  Grrr.

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