Too late for news I think but for you completists out there I have just found this gig review (not entirely positive). Sounds like the Saturday set list was different to the Thursday show I was at - would have been good to hear SOTT & Alphabet St!!

Right Royal Performance

Prince has reclaimed his name and settled his contractual dispute, so at this stage in his career you might think he’d be content with being a middle-aged icon.

Instead he's slinking around the Hammersmith Apollo stage in kitten-heel boots, sober beige suite and a sensible haircut having fun - and at our expense.

From his purple-hued 1980s heyday through to the perplexing symbol phase in the 1990s, Prince has churned out hits through a fog of questionable behaviour.

Now, the man with the dirtiest mind in pop has become a Jehovah's Witness and banned the use of four-letter words in his songs.

There's nothing he wants more than to party. And he parties hard, throwing himself into nearly three hours of jazz, funk and pop.

Prince's affection for brass has blossomed into sweaty passion, and although his lyrics are increasingly spiritual, he can still seduce like no one else.

He flirts, flutters and mimes, inviting fans to dance with him on stage and playing guitar like a rock'n'roll demon.

The man-minx's self-indulgence is diluted by alto-saxophonists Candy Dulfer and Maceo Parker, though songs such as Muse 2 The Pharaoh, with its rap vocals and cold keyboards, deaden the atmosphere swiftly.

He begins When You Were Mine, only to abandon it. Strange Relationship is a reminder how little Prince's work has dated, but it goes on for too long.

His version of Whole Lotta Love, however, is inspired, adding innuendo and lust where machismo once roared.

Prince's vocals are perfect. He plays up the jazz influences in Strolling, but Take Me With You and Raspberry Beret are evergreen classics.

He goes unplugged for Seven and Pink Cashmere, his voice sliding from ragged urgency to lovesick puppy.

The man previously known as “the man previously known as Prince” still has an axe to grind - notably against the media and radio stations' music policies - but as he sits on a stool, explaining the concept of call waiting with ease, good humour and incredible charm, before bursting into Alphabet Street, you can forgive him anything.

Prince may not give us excactly what we want, but what he offers is definitely divine.

And if you’re in Manchester tonight, he’s playing @ the Apollo, but you’ll have to be content with just hanging around outside hoping to catch a glimpse of the little great one as he enters/exits the set, because unfortunately it’s sold out there too.