Just thought I'd let you All know about the gig I thought would probably put me in bed for a week. I'm arrived at venue at 5:45 should have looked at ticket a little closer. Doors 19:00. So that's an hour and a quarter before we even go in. Finally got in and first band on are the fairly impressive support band "the raven age" who are good enough and look professional enough to be on the lower end of big festival stage order lists. Then at 9 the act we had all been waiting for, Steve Harris' British lion. For those of you who haven't a clue who Steve Harris is. He's bass player of some little band from Leyton east London called Iron Maiden. And this is his is side project. I won't go through set lists etc but it was good. Very very good.
Been about 25 30 years since I've been able to get that close to a member of maiden
A fantastic gig walk back to the tube, one stop to kings x . Then the train home. Taxi from station. Total time on feet without a break 5 1/2 hours. Now the nitty gritty. Remembering that I had gone to this whilst knowingly in full flare of my as yet undiagnosed condition. On Thursday I woke up sat on the sofa with the telly on remembered thinking "don't feel tired yet I'll put the maiden film on flight 666". And then sat down and gone out like a light. I was freezing so went upstairs to bed. It was lovely coz I did ache a bit. I spent until half one in bed as tescos were delivering my. Groceries. Put all that away then had a visit from late wife's parents. They left about 5 and I had a bite to eat. Something else that never normally happens mid flare. I just don't get hungry. Then back to bed. Woke up Friday feeling like a bus head hit me. But took my morphine which I hadn't had since Wednesday morning which probably didn't help. By Friday evening nearly there. Saturday morning back to normal. Properly normal. So are my flares getting shorter. Coz if you say that standin on my feet for 5 1/2 hours and being knocked about all over the place is going to make me feel better then I will say. B S and that's as far as ill go.
But as an experiment, do I go to gigs whist mid flare? Well after that experience the answer is a resounding yes. But that was only one concert. But my credo. Don't let this disease stop from doing what you want to do. I know that there will be some out there who genuinely can't fight back and to all of you I say good luck my friends and my all my hopes and wishes for the future. But if I can persuade one of you obviously after checking with your specialist to do something you really love obviously not skydiving or anything like that. But a bit of dancing? Or a game of snooker or just anything within limits that you might find that even though you've not done it for years ask your GP/specialist their opinion and you could be back doing something you love probably not as well as you used to, but ask yourself does that really matter?
Or is it just the fun that matters. The smile on your face? The sheer enjoyment.
That's what I found out on Wednesday last week. Now what's my next gig.