It seems you can barely get me out of the o2 arena these days, as I was up there again last night. I went with Lyn to see Deep Purple, and zark, was it awesome! As soon as the warm-up band, Rival Sons, played it’s first chord, I knew we were in for a great night. What followed was about three hours of pure metallic bliss: I suppose Lyn and I are a pair of old rockers; we both love a good dose of old-school heavy metal. The high-point for me was when they played Smoke On the Water: as soon as that famous opening riff struck up, I was out of my chair, on my feet, head-banging like something possessed. The music just took me, and I felt a buzz of sheer awesome.

The evening passed too quickly, and we were soon trying to navigate our way through the crowds trying to leave the o2. But it had been a great night, and I woke up with that famous guitar riff still in my head – what better sign of a great night could there be?