Tonight, gentle readers, I am taking m'daughter and a friend to a concert which, at 15, they are not allowed to attend without a "responsible adult" (that would be me). I invite you to google The Institute, Birmingham and browse the images. See anyone sitting down? Do you see, in fact, any seats?
Twenty years ago, my heart would have thrilled at this. Now, it's all military planning. "OK, so no point in taking a bag, need to be totally unencumbered. Wear old clothes that I don't mind getting moshed. Dress for a hot sweaty mosh pit, but sufficient layers that I can wait at a freezing train station at 11 pm without dying of hypothermia. Don't want to take iPhone, but must take iPhone in case I get separated from C. Try not to embarrass C with awkward mum moshing, but equally bad to stand there with my fingers in my ears, wincing at every f-word."
I'm looking forward to tomorrow morning...!
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