On not being disappointed

So, it's been a while since I blogged. Blame Twitter, I say.

But here I am back again.

Short and sweet this post will be. The topic: the absolutely amazing Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band gig I went to with my dad, Zaki and Toni at Hyde Park on Sunday. All I can say is - The Boss rocked it. And I've been sat watching the Glastonbury footage of their performance from the night before and it's sending tingles down my spine.

Life can often be full of disappointment. Things that used to be ace get dull and boring over time. The first flush of a love affair passes. The extraordinairy becomes ordinairy. Stuff gets old and passe. But, apparently, Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuce will always deliver. Fucking brilliant.

I remember boucing up and down to Bruce Springsteen with my dad when I was little. I remember my dad going to see him at the NEC and then listening to the tale of how awesome the concert was, and how he'd played for THREE HOURS and completely rocked the house. It sounded like the best thing in the world. I'd thought that seeing him some thirty years later in Hyde Park wouldn't quite be the same. But it was ace. And he played three hours.

Thanks for such a great day dad. I shall remember it 'till I'm "old". :-)