Just when I was starting to fear I was too old and lame [and pregnant!] for concerts…
Coldplay swoops in and saves the day with an awesome set-list, seemingly kid-inspired gimmicks and effects that were so simple and beautiful I found myself with a perma-grin plastered on my face from the moment they went on stage, and a group of musicians that clearly have HEAPS of fun performing for their adoring fans.
The night could have only been better with a Gwynnie sighting.
Chris Martin is a stud.