Last night Esquire had something close to a religious experience, and we’re not talking about the hour spent with a cab-driving Pentecostal lay preacher on the way home from The O2. No, what’s got us thinking that perhaps there is a god was the two hours spent watching Beyoncé on stage.
While credit is undoubtedly due to her costume designer, Thierry Mugler, her songwriters and producers, her choreographer and her own incredible energy surely only the almighty can take credit for her curves and her eyes.
There’s another show tonight and we’d urge any man to strain every sinew, tire every muscle and leave no stone unturned in pursuit of a ticket. Did we mention that if you sit in the front section there comes a miraculous moment when Beyoncé (and her backing dancers) take to a stage in the middle of the auditorium, which left Esquire no option but to admire her moves from behind. Bootylicious doesn’t even begin to cover it.