I went to see the Hold Steady this evening, at the Riverside in town. I’ll confess I’d never heard of them until a bloke who appreciates music (thanks, Jimmy) recommended them a couple of months ago. I listened to two or three of their albums for a few weeks, although I immediately bought a ticket for their Newcastle gig out of respect for my advisor’s rather good taste in music.

And I loved them. Both while listening on my ancient ipod on the bus to and from work (my second in command doesn’t generally share my taste in music so it’s not allowed in the car) and seeing them live this very evening.

I’m now on an evil-smelling number 57, from Gateshead Interchange (you know, the one that smells like the inside of a washing machine when the pump’s been not been working properly for a while).

I’m hoping that the Tuns isn’t still serving; I need to catch an early train to London in the morning.