I missed the debate last night, so I can’t comment on it. We were, however, dong something much, much better: last night saw us at our second great gig of the year. Lyn and I went to see Paul Simon and Sting at the O2, and I can honestly say it was a wonderful, wonderful evening. My head this morning is filled with tunes we heard last night, from ‘Ceceilia’ to ‘Roxanne’ to the mighty ‘Bridge over Troubled Water’, which they left for their encore. They did a mixture of both mens’ tunes, varying them, alternating them, playing with them and mixing them up. I had no idea that they would go so well together, yet they did. The result was quite wonderful. They Played The Boxer too, reminding me of the time my friend Steve had to learn it for a performance at uni – a great, great song thus summoned a great, great memory.

I have been a bit of a fan of both men for quite a while, since I was first able to control what I listened to on my computer, although not as passionate a one as Lyn; Thus, seeing both these musical legends on stage was awesome. It made me feel very close to Lyn, sat next to me, a great big smile on her face; most of the time I wanted to lean over and hug her – after all, I wanted this to be her evening. To see her so wrapped on the music, concentrating so hard, yet so happy, was great. The finale, though, melted my heart: to have seen Paul Simon play Bridge Over Troubled Water live is a great, great privilege, and something I can now look back on with fondness.

In all, then, it was an incredible evening. I must say I’m becoming very fond of the O2 arena: I was once quite dismissive of it, but having come to know it, it seems to me a fabulous place where all kinds of wonderful things happen. Last night added to that perception. The combination of both mens’ repertoires, both mens’ voices, was magnificent. As usual, it left me thirsting for more gigs; but after last night I doubt anyone would blame me.