It feels good to be able to write an entry about what I, or rather we, got up to last night. It was our first proper night out in ages, and it was a damn good one. Lyn and I, together with Andrezj and Natalia, went to see Arcade Fire up at the O2 arena. Because we had two Pas, I was able to go in my manual chair, which, because of the weather, I was extremely grateful for. We got there about half seven, giving us time for a nice leisurely dinner before going in to see the show. It was the first time I had seen the inside of the arena for myself, and I must say it impressed me, not least by just how big it is, and how well positioned the wheelchair enclosure is (although at one point someone spilled some kind of cold liquid on my head from behind us).

It was Arcade fire who impressed me the most though. They’re a Canadian rock group from Montreal. Truth be told, I was unfamiliar with most of their stuff – Lyn keeps berating me for just listening to a mixture of the Cat Empire and Carly Simon – but I got into it. It was my first ever rock-concert, and I really enjoyed watching the band perform: they had one guy who seemed to be possessed by a monkey, and bounced around the stage banging a drum. The lead singer also impressed me through his showmanship and curious hairstyle. The whole thing blew me away, and I came out of the arena thirsty for more. Arcade Fire have a new fan, as do rock concerts in general.