So yesterday I travelled all the way up to London to the O2 arena, singing all the way to see the biggest boyband in the world - yes, my biggest (un)guilty pleasure One Direction for their Take Me Home tour. I don't think I have ever screamed so much in my life, you just get overwhelmed by the crowds and have to join in, I was definitely much worse the I heart Naill tattooed 6 year old sat next to me.
Once I had regained control over my One Direction Infection when the band came onto the stage, the show was incredible, even from way up in the gods where I was sat in block 418. You could see the band was obviously enjoying themselves, including audience twitter participation and the stage dismantling and flying the boys across the crowd. The pictures I took aren't all too clear as my camera was on maximum zoom as the O2 is a big place, and I was probably jumping around too much. I think whilst I was there I clearly expressed my love for the band, singing every lyric, even for the albums tracks when the rest of my block had sat down. I was just having a one- man party on my own, you have to take full advantage of the environment where that is acceptable!! After last night, I believe I am fully qualified for a role in One Direction, so if a position becomes available I will be first to apply (as if, in my dreams).
This wasn't my first One Direction show, I saw them back in 2011 at the Radio 1 Teen Awards, back in their chino days - which is where the last photo is from. Where I was a mere 5 metres away,if only the same yesterday.
Sooooo, now you are probably aware that I am a fully fledged unashamed Directioner, but I will stop waffling on (although I could go on forever) and become normal again. Overall, it was an amazing show, the singing, the jumping, the flying, the production - basically the everything. Directioner, fan or whatever or not, I challenge you to go to the Take Me Home tour and not have a good time!