The Golden Egg, 1967.
Beautiful sunny day, we both woke at 11; not surprising as we stayed up late and watched an archive program of The Old Grey Whistle Test.
A concert by Ian Drury and The Blockheads; what a wonderful performer Ian Drury was, really mesmerising
I remember seeing him on BBC 2 in the late seventies, I was just leaving to go to the pub when the program started, I nearly missed the pub.
I fell in love with Ian Drury that night, seeing him last night made me feel the same.
He was good, I remember how good it was, that he sung in his own voice and not in the usual bland transatlantic voice so many others sang in.
It was a real breath of fresh air to hear Ian Drury singing in this own authentic Essex voice; I believe it encouraged many other bands to do the same.
Many songwriters were given encouragement to sing in their own voices with lyrics about their lives.
Bands like Madness also sung in their own voices, it was good to listen to them telling their own stories.
Telling my own story is what I try to do everyday, I do not only write about my MS, as that would not reflect my interest in the world I live in.