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About 14:45 my sister and I left for Emirates Stadium. Yesterday it poured, but today it was dry, phew. Getting rained on during a concert would have sucked and I wouldn't have been able to wear my beloved Glitterati converse that I've been wearing to every Muse gig since Wembley 2010.

On the way I put my postcards in a mailbox. What I didn't know yet was that my postcards wouldn't be collected on Monday (because it was a bank holiday) and that they would take 3 weeks to arrive anyway, because apparently I used the wrong combination of stamps and mailbox.

Shortly after 15:30 (doors were supposed to open 17:00) we arrived at the stadium. While we were looking for our assigned Turnstile M, I looked around for people I know. I recognized my Portuguese friend Inês's back and her boyfriend (although I hadn't seen him in real life or his back before) and ran to them to say hi and wish Inês a happy birthday.

"Queuing". As you can see there is nothing that could be called a line.

This guy was next to someone with "Muse" written in black and red on their face. I have to say he used the color better than his neighbor.

It wasn't much past 17:00 when the doors open. )