Yesterday, I wrote for about six hours and felt good about it, and I did the same today. Woo!

Yesterday, I also went to London to see Megadeth. I'm not a huge fan, but I've been listening to them off and on since I was about ten, so they've long been on my "list of bands to see at some stage". They were . . . well, I'm sure you can guess. They played that silly song off their latest album about scorpions, but made up for it with nearly two hours of brilliance. Dave Mustaine may be a bit whiny, but he's really nice, and hurrah: most bands don't believe in letting you see their drummer, but theirs was eminently visible, which was good as he looked quite fit from where I was standing (behind a huuuge circle pit; I sweated a lot).

I wasn't too impressed with Diamond Head, who were supporting, though. Although my preferred level of brutality is such that I thought Deicide were a bit mallcore, many of my favourite bands aren't even metal. But these guys were simply too wussy and I couldn't get excited, though their guitar solos redeemed them somewhat.

I couldn't see very much, so I'm undecided over what to do when I see the equally sold-out Nightwish on Saturday in the same venue. Do I:

a) Turn up really early so I can get to the front.
b) Not bother to turn up really early as:

1) everyone else will have had the same idea
2) being at the front of the queue is pointless anyway, as you'll get totally lost on the way to the stage like you did last night, even though you've been to the venue a million times before
3) all Nightwish fans are about twelve, so you should be taller than them and
4) Nightwish aren't that attractive in the flesh anyway and they smell (well, they might do - I've never seen them)

c) Stop complaining, because you're seeing Nightwish and I'm not.
d) Stay at home because Nightwish suck. (Oh, bog off!)

I spent the train journey home talking to a random middle-aged bloke, who was pleasant, and tried to convince me that the bus the train was going to turn into would go about fifty miles out of the way before taking me to Whitstable.