Last night was another of those evenings which will remain happily in my memory for the rest of my life. I may not have recorded it here, but I eventually managed to get Greenday tickets last year. They are not a band I often mention liking on here, but I’ve been a bit of a fan since my brother Mark introduced me to them in the early nineties. I was quite buzzing as Lyn and I headed down the Jubilee line last night, on our way to Hyde Park. I was finally going to see the band I first rocked out to; the band who gave me my first taste of rebellion.

What can I say? It was incredible! In fact, I’m still buzzing about it. They gave quite a performance: those guys obviously know how to put on a good show, and did so in style. As they thrashed out their old classics, I was dancing around on the wheelchair viewing platform like I was in Mark’s old bedroom again. The music, the stage, the sight of so many thousand people before me, was exhilarating. It filled me with energy and joy of a kind I’ve experienced only a few times before. To hear those songs being thrashed out, the rhythms I know so well seeming like new, was awesome. And when they played Basket Case, I was in heaven.

London has done it again: it has once again given me something incredible to hold on to and remember. I love this city, and last night, sitting in one of it’s finest, most beautiful parks, the most amazing person I’ll ever meet sat beside me, I could not have been happier. My, what a week it has been.