My life is complete. Gary Barlow has been sighted, and I have witnessed the familiar choreographed dance moves of the now all thirty-something boyband, Take That.
I might have jumped around the house singing "I've got a golden ticket! I've got a golden ticket!" when my friend Al passed me the magic envelope.
I waited in the line for ten hours. This is my hand on the railing at the FRONT!
The rest of the photo's speak for themselves really...
Including the tears at the final goodbye...cliché boyband hysteria at its best...
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