Hours before a recent “The Circus: Starring Britney Spears” performance at London’s enormous O2 Arena, a friend called to say he had an extra ticket to the show; mine if I wanted it. “Yes” bounded from my mouth before he had finished his sentence. Two hours later, we found ourselves 20 feet away from Miss Spears and her circus-themed entourage of mohawked clowns, buff acrobats, sexy dancers and midgets.
It’s not the kind of show I frequent–too expensive, too “Britney” for my taste. But to have declined the offer would have been a grave mistake.
The full blog post is at INTELLIGENT LIFE.