The second took place at the O2 in Oxford where I clutched my ticket to see the Happy Mondays like I'd won a tour of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. It has been a long time since I went to a proper gig but I had remembered not to take a coat and to wear a pair of trainers. What had changed very much was my mode of transport - I had moved on from sitting on a train drinking cheap lager to getting driven there in a Ford S-Max. As I was with my husband and a friend who is also a parent you can imagine our delight when we:
A. Found a parking space in the local Tesco just a two minute walk from the venue B. Arrived at 8:00pm - the time at which the charge for all night parking goes down to £1.10 C. Had the correct change to pay for it.
Anyway, we're enjoying some properly cold beer out of plastic pint glasses (except for our designated driver, of course) and are thankful that whilst we'll be enjoying music from our 'youth', the beer is no longer like warm piss - not that any of us