My camera wasn’t up to the job. Not entirely surprising, I suppose, but if it had been it still wouldn’t have captured the atmosphere.

Kylie at the O2 – easily the biggest venue in which I’ve seen her – didn’t suffer at all in its transfer to a 20,000 seater arena. Pretty much every one of those seats was taken, with only the two beside me empty as far as I could see.

The support act, whose name I quickly forgot and have yet to recall, wasn’t up to much, but the show itself was spectacular, and far outdid X, which we saw three years ago in Paris (how has the time flown by?).

The bulk of the set list this time around was from Aphrodite, which is a far better album than X, and the concert was better for it. The gimmick, if it should ever need such a thing, was the stage itself.

Set out as an open triangle, those fans who could justify it could bag themselves a seat in the middle of its three arms, and there be guaranteed a drenching from the on-stage fountain (for their £250 they were given a poncho and towel, as well as a programme).

It’s a shame for them, then (although not for us) that most of those parts of the concert that took place on the front corner of the stage were directed away from them and that the water section itself (admittedly impressive with its 20-foot high jets) was just a short section at the very end.

In all, a hugely impressive, hugely ambitious production that was more than pulled off with aplomb.

There are some tweets you just don’t need to read first thing in the morning. What’s going on in East Anglia?