Wow what a good night I had last night in London.

A couple of bruised ribs, a bootmark on my forehead, a couple of pounds in sweat lost, hearing loss and a cool T-shirt.

What a crap day today though. Ringing ears, neckache and a mother of all hangovers.

You just gotta love going on the front row of a Slayer gig.

I have never seen so many people getting carried out of a concert in a long while.

Anyhow I'm in the clip somewhere - you might recognise my hands throwing horns at the front just off centre.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpiKH0A_qhg

I think I may be getting a bit too old for this stuff

Before the war on terror, if I saw an unattended package I used to think "I'll be having that!"