I am profoundly moved tonight.
I've just come back from a local music venue in Cambridge.
I saw BLONDIE. Yep, BLONDIE.
Heart Of Glass, Call Me, Atomic, The Tide Is High, Maria, remember?
And tonight they were bloody marvellous.
Better yet, Debbie Harry, as beautiful and sexy as hell, did the whole show just for me. That's right, for me.
There were many hundreds of people there, of course, and it's possible I was a little overwhelmed, but that's what it felt like.
I even got a sexy little wave, and I don't believe that was my imagination.
(Well, I am a foot taller than everyone else.)
I think the cream of the back catalogue was covered, plus a surprisingly strong selection from the new album, Panic Of Girls.
And the whole thing was fabulous. Chris, Clem, Debbie - thank you.
I must go shower now, as I've had my most energetic workout of the year, and I'm probably a little manly.
Singing? Check. I'm hoarse.
Dancing? Check. I got hips, no kidding. I'd forgotten, too!
Hormones? Check. Oh my, yes. Like a teenager.
Best make that shower a cold one.
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