I can’t actually remember the last time I went to two concerts in three days, nor can I remember the last time I was still up at 2am… but this week I have done just that. I went with family to see Johnny McEvoy in Stockport on Thursday and then in Leeds last night.

It was Johnny McEvoy that I grew up listening to. I can’t remember a time when his songs weren’t part of my life. It was in part down to listening to those songs that I do what I do now – so it has been a matter of some sorrow that it’s more than 20 years since I last saw him perform – the last time I should have gone, my daughter had croup so I stayed home with her, and she’s now bigger than me!

So it was lovely to be able to see him on stage again at last and even lovelier that he still remembered us!