My first live music concert as a Mum.
Fortunately, my much younger sister had organised it, so, despite my questionable taste in music, it wasn’t Will Young or Ronan Keating or Michael Ball or some other well Mumsy choice for once.
It was Alanis Morisette. Rock. Edgy. Cool. Like me.
We arrived at the venue, Alanis blaring tinnily from my achingly hip 1.0 litre faded Micra, and looked for a parking spec. Turned out there were plenty, but that could be down to the seas of smashed glass, crowbars and wire coathangers that littered the gutters and pavements.
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