Back home, after a couple of days in Vancouver with my youngest. I had promised him a trip to see a Megadeath concert on Friday night. It wasn’t my cup of tea but my oldest son met us at the gate and they went together, along with a couple of Alan’s friends. I went off to have a meal and a chat with Lucca. Afterwards I met them again at the gate, where Jamie was all smiles. He claimed it was the best experience of his life, in spite of his sore neck from all the headbanging.