Granny Cazz

At last, my baby grandson has arrived. He is such an adorable little boy. The best baby ever. Tori had a hard time in labour, but is going to be a fantastic mother.

Metallica rule!

What can I say? What a night. Started badly by missing the first support act (Sword). I could hear them playing inside but was so hungry after eating nothing but a yoghourt all day that I had to have a sandwich. The venue (like most) won't allow capped bottles of water, so I had to try to juggle a floppy plastic pint cup of water and a sandwich (which cost £6.50 and was vile, vile, vile). This can't be done easily, especially as I also had to juggle a coat and handbag, so I stayed outside to eat. I had a seat on the bottom tier, (I know, what a wimp - but I am a bit past moshing) but to get to it I had to go upstairs and then walk down to my row. The second bad thing--my right foot (yeah - the one at the end of my bad leg) hit a patch of mayo or something equally greasy, shot out from under me and I thumped down on to my backside on the concrete steps and bounced down about four of them spilling half my (expensive) water over myself. I had a great seat (when I finally got to it), and was in it in time to see a really good set by Machinehead, followed by an awesome show by the men themselves. I haven't had such a great night in ages. I love the O2 - its so easy to get to and from. I only had my phone to take pictures with, and it's not too good at capturing the big picture, but you can get a feel for the atmosphere.