I spent pretty much all of yesterday in my sitting room wishing (more than usual) that I was in London. Specifically at Live 8. Despite the cynics and the people who didn’t want to be there, I would have loved to see that concert live. Didn’t The Who just kick the big giant ass? If We Won’t Get Fooled Again was the only song played in the whole 10-hour gig it would have been worth it. And Pink Floyd, and R.E.M., and… Man I’m going to be griping to my grandkids about having missed this.