Confessions: Ruth's in favour of Usher's good form
This week, I went to see Usher at London’s O2 with five girlfriends. We had a great night out – minibus to get us there and we all brought along something fizzy to ease the journey! Whoever invented plastic champagne glasses I’d like to shake their hand! I was designated official bottle opener for some reason (a lot of practice maybe?!!) which has to be handled very delicately when in the back of a minibus – hitting the driver in the back of the head with a flying cork is not to be recommended on the M25!
We had dinner at Gaucho’s before the concert (the nicest steak I’ve had in a long time) so we were well fed and watered and ready to dance and sing along with Mr Usher. That’s where I hit a problem – not with dancing, I can still throw some shapes – but I couldn’t sing along because I didn’t know half the songs! There’s nothing that makes you feel your 50 years of age more than being surrounded by gorgeous, young girls who know every 'ooh' and 'ahh' of every song. But hey, when it came to “DJ’s got us falling in love again” I was up there giving it large!
The Usher man is very generous – to keep those of us who couldn’t join in entertained he took his shirt of quite a lot to show us his very impressive six pack and pecs. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh my gosh!!!!!
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