Weirdo

The gig last night, well it was okay and truth be told nothing more really; I mean my baby and I only have a passing interest in Deep Purple anyway - we're not mad fans nor do we own or play a great deal of their music. It was just the fact my baby noticed them playing the Apollo and thought it would be great to see such a legend of a band in such a small venue - I had to agree with him on that because back in their heyday they were often described as the loudest band in the world.

We were hoping that motive still rang true, that they'd rock the Apollo to its foundations but time is never that kind is it; I mean the band are all getting on in years now and it showed. Musically they were very good, vocally somewhat indifferent and well they obviously no longer have the energy to go rocking round the stage and really set the place alight. Which was a shame, it felt a little like music by numbers, just trawling through their back catalogue because they still could but without the verve and the swagger of days gone by. It was a little sterile and a little heartless which is not what rock music is about - we both felt a little underwhelmed by the experience, it's one to say we've seen but really that's all, we can't really brag about it.

Still a night involving live music shared with my baby is better than none at all; and we enjoyed it all the same. It was a chance to have a few beers, have a laugh, a joke and we still got a buzz from the night although we had to act kind of straight; there was little outwardly gayness on our behalf - two gay-boys kissing may have seen us lynched by the old-school rocker brigade! The best was saved until last though - we took the bus last night so my baby could have a few beers and not have to worry about driving back; and a late night ride on the 192 is something everyone should do at least once in their lives. If you want to see life in its most primitive form and in all its variations that's the place to see it; last night did not disappoint.........

It must have been happy hour, national day release or something because we've never seen so many drunks and weirdos in one place at one time. Admittedly that maybe because when we usually take the late night bus service from Manchester we fall into the drunk category (although some may view us as weirdos for obvious reasons!) so I guess being pretty much sober we kind of noticed it more last night; but still. We were sat upstairs three rows from the front and oh my gosh it did get kind of scary - some dude going on with himself, the usual scallies sat on the back seat being loud and obnoxious and two groups of drunk men; and there we were sat together holding hands. If they'd have seen us who knows what may have happened but we were doing it out of comfort if nothing else - holding each other real tight whilst trying not to laugh at the dude going on with himself so as not to draw attention to us. Thankfully Stockport came into view and we got off without incident, we walked the short distance back home, we stopped for a short while on Hopes Carr - it's dark and quiet there; it allowed us to do something we'd be waiting for all night. We got kind of horny and intimate............