A Boudica in black
That she was magnificent and majestic was not really a surprise. What perhaps was unexpected was the steampunk vibe that was emanating from the stage; blink and for all the world it was like a young Queen Victoria was leading a motley bunch of carnival hucksters through a series of decorous waltzes at a village church hall. But then you blinked again, and there was the spirit of England, a Boudica in black, singing of white chalk, and making the Albert Hall shake.
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