Tomorrow I am going to see Muse, almost certainly with P, now, after a whole conglomeration of truly catastrophic events which has left C stranded in Home Town with his ticket, no money to hand, and no car. He knows how disappointed I am and I know he must feel worse, so the less said the better. I am worried about this – whilst P obviously wants to go, otherwise he wouldn’t be driving the three or four hours to get here, he is also complaining about having seats rather than standing (I must say I would like to be standing too but there were only seats left when I booked the tickets) and obviously we did only break up about a month ago. Thinking about it, actually, a month ago today. Which isn’t long. In a month a lot has happened, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a little nervous. But I am looking forward to seeing him, and that is eclipsed by just how excited I am about the gig itself. Seated we may be, but knowing what little I know about their previous shows, it’ll be a spectacle, no matter what, and a night to remember. I shall keep you posted.