The place was slow in filling up, and the support act played to a fairly inattentive crowd, receiving a polite applause at the end of their set. They were alright, I suppose; and their frontman surprisingly uttered a few sentences in almost accentless Dutch. They didn't introduce themselves (or if they did, I missed it), and our seats, although affording us an excellent view of the stage, were too far away for me to be able to read the band name on the projection screen behind them, but from anonypooh's report of the Twickenham concert last Saturday, I guess it's safe to bet that it was Sting's son Joe and his mates rocking away up there. *)
The Police. What can I say, what words can I use to describe the gig and the effect their performance had on the crowd and on us? Of course, they were brilliant and fantastic and the crowd went mad with delight when hit after hit filled our ears -- we sang along and danced in our seats (luckily for me and my recovering ankle, no one in the stands actually stood up until the very end of the show), and threw our whole being into chanting the distinctive "hiyo hiyay hiyayo" wherever and whenever it fit into the proceedings. A marvelous time was had by all; but unfortunately today, I feel like an old, old woman. Honestly, I think I might be getting too old for this gigging malarkey; my body just can't keep up with the pace anymore.
I had never ever in my life taken any video before. In hindsight, trying out my non-existent skillz in that respect on The Police may not have been one of my best ideas.
ETA: *) = it was indeed Joe Sumner, and the band are called Friction Plane.