SPICE GIRLS!!!!

Last weekend the Wiganer and I went to the greatest show on earth.

Dressed in truly authentic 90's gear, we headed to North Greenwich and went to the o2. To watch the greatest band in the world. The Spice Girls.

Never wanting to do things by halves, the Wiganer and I looked really quite good. I (obviously) went for baby spice (though truth be told, if i had owned a union jack dress, hands down I would have been geri, ginge and all).

The Wiganer, not wanting to have to wear the tracky bums, not being ethnic enough for scary, or tall enough for posh, went for an eclectic 90's mix, with obscenely short (yet high-waisted) skirt, leopard print tights, crop top (oh, we all had one. I had two) and a side-ponytail.

So dressed as the 90's (and mildly resembling prostitutes) we got on the tube.

That was an experience. Having dressed at home with both spice girl albums blaring, we felt in the zone. Stepping out into the cold January evening in deepest darkest Brixton, we suddenly didn't feel quite so cool.

But ho hum, we soldiered on.

Got to the o2. Little disappointed at the lack of fancy-dress effort. But at least we stood out.

o2 is amazing. Shops, bars, restaurants, nice toilets, a cinema, tutankhamun. what more could a girl want from one venue.

decided to start the night with style and got some cocktails. Met some very nice geordies (Wiganer attracts northern folk).

Boguht a couple of t-shirts (obviously) and then went to find our seats.

So we were sat down. quite far away from the stage. Beady eyed Wiganer has already spotted the Beckham kids.

And the lights go down. and the stage lights up. And then THE SPICE GIRLS ARE ON!!!!

An hour and a half later and all my life goals have changed. I don't care what happens as long as I growup as a spice girl.

The lights, the dances, the costumes, the sets, the banter, everything was fantastic. Wiganer and I danced and sang, and generally looked like fools. But we just had the most wonderful time.

Personally I liked geri's outfits best (being a tart at heart, I can never resist a teeny weeny skirt), though Mrs Beckham did not disappoint. She looked really lovely, and managed to belt out her few lines (definitely couldn't have lasted a whole song, but her catwalk was lovely).

Slightly embarassed by scary's solo bit. she was grinding against a very frightened looking boy from the audience. poor sod, probably didn't bank on that when he gave in to going with his girlfriend).

sporty had (as usual) the worst of the outfits. although at least they gave the tracksuit a bit of sparkle. really has got the best voice.

baby was just baby. same old same old but lovely all the same.

they knocked out "headlines" early. as the Wiganer put it "wanna be getting that shite out way early". Definitely best song - spice up your life. threw out some v. exciting shapes to that one.

All in all it was truly great. And I will not hear a bad word about the girls. they were everything i could have wanted and more.

There was only one unexpected thing about the evening. and that was the number of a) middle-aged women, and b) the number of little kids. It was Johnny Vaughn, on Capital breakfast who cleared this conundrum for me. Spice hits are all over kids party CDs so they all know the words.

And to explain the middle-aged audience, all of them were sprightly 20-somethings when the spice girls first appeared. but now, 10 years down the line, they have all got a little older, plumper and more tame (the ones next to us did NOT apreciate the dancing - low point was wiganer's thrusting).

Wiganer and I swore however, that it doesn't matter if we have to wait 100 years for another of their comeback tours. we will never diminish in our love for the girls.