Concert....

I used to love going to concerts. Back when I was younger, back when I thought I was such a rebel, back when I planned to tour around America on a Harley, when my boyfriends were generally broke and had long hair and my parents prayed for the day I would meet Mr B and be a good girl and settle down!

Some of the concerts I went to were just the best, Nirvana, Extreme, Eurythmics, HotHouse Flowers, Pearl Jam, Meatloaf (Only because Elaine dragged me to it because I forced her to go to Extreme!) Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Soundgarden, Therapy, R.E.M., Guns N'Roses, Aerosmith.... Those were the days!

Well tonight I'm going to be that rebel again. I'm off to my first concert in ages....

Ok, so I'm really only going to chaperone my two little angels. Oh yeah, and it's not really that heavy metal, more girly screaming and singing along. And it wont be a big fight to get to the front row. It's allocated seating, much more comfortable. I'm off to see The Veronicas.

Hold me back! Where's my old leather jacket and torn jeans.... I'm sure they must be at the back of the wardrobe somewhere.....