I consider myself a normal civilian (I'm a university lecturer, live in a stable household, yawn yawn, etc etc) but in the last few weeks I've completely lost it.

Since seeing Prince live for the first time a few weeks ago, I have become a man possessed. (It's 4am, this is my first post on this site). All I can think about is seeing more shows, pouring over Prince sites, listening to fans' stories about the Purple one, getting near the front in the queue for the aftershows... the list goes on...

I can't seem to get my mind off the girl who walked in through the outdoor, animals that strike curious poses, and all the rest of it. I'm even moving to London for the final week of the tour just so I can be within easy striking distance of the O2 and save the seven-hour round trip I've been doing for the other shows!

I realise that the disease I'm describing is not a new one, and I'm not interested in looking for a cure. Just thought I'd add my voice here before I go back to bed to ponder how I might secure those ever elusive tickets for the final night's show and aftershow!

Welcome to The Collective.

Purple Koolaid is on the back table. Drink w/ caution.

couldn't have phrased it better myself - i'm almost glad we're getting inside the last week cos i don't know how much longer i could keep it up - i'm sure i'd be friendless (apart from the fellow prince fever sufferers) within a fortnight

Yes, we've all gone CRAZY