So Mr PB took me to the Kings of Leon concert the other night, and thinking it made me quite cool, I was actually quite excited! But it started to go wrong as soon as we arrived when I noted a large amount of girls wearing hunter wellie boots in the scorching heat with shorts…why?! Surely these are only ‘festival chic’ when it is raining…otherwise I assume they are just bloody uncomfortable and make your feet sweat a lot. And Hyde park for 4 hours does not a festival make. However, we persevered to the middle of the crowd where I tried to summon up a smile…but the aggressive nature of everyone there, the bottles of unknown substances being flung through the air and landing precariously near my head, and the fact that both blokes next to me decided to wee right there next to my flip flopped feet was just too much for me. I kissed Mr PB, said it was nothing personal and fled to the car to listen to the Glee soundtrack. Fact: I am not cool, I don’t like Kings of Leon, and I am much happier at a Bon Jovi concert swaying comfortably in my seat.

So, it’s been a long time, again, but I am back! My first big admission is that I am officially addicted to Glee and cannot believe the first series is over! Whichever genius producer came up with the idea of a new series aimed solely at girls like me and you who live mainly to sing along to 80’s rock ballads is a God. Journey is now my ring tone, and never fails to make me smile. So imagine my delight when the Glee cast turned up at a party I was at on Thursday night...while Mr PB was dribbling over seeded tennis players, I was dreaming of living out my fantasy and rocking it out with Mr Schuster. I tried in vain to get his attention, strut it out on the dance floor, sing loudly...but no, nothing. Instead just a very drunken Mr PB attempting to piggy back me to the car and sing me his very own version of a rock ballad. Not quite the same, but endearing none the less...

Since I met Mr PB...(my now fiance...don't you just hate that word? It reminds me of moist..)..anyway, as I was saying, since I met him, he has been raving about Frank Black, the lead singer of the Pixies, who according to him is a God. Unchallenged. No one apparently has come close to matching this mans talent. Well, says I, lets hear it then. Mr PB says he can go one better, FB is playing in Camden. Yes, this man of unrivalled talent is playing in some has been bar in Camden. But don't judge I tell myself, go along and be openminded. So, we drag along two friends and head off. The place is packed, but Carol and I manage to find a sofa seat at the back, sit down, and the music is so great...we don't get up once. But wow, we had a great gossip! This slightly overweight, balding sweating man did what I would call an average performance. I am uneducated, I love Enrique, and I worship Dolly, so what do I know? But Mr PB, I was disappointed. Maybe he was just off colour...but no, we can't walk down the aisle to it.