Back home

Just back from a riotous weekend in Nottingham, the first time I've been properly back in over a year. Things certainly change, too - the wonderful Malt Cross heaving with people when three years ago I was genuinely worried it might have to close down; Rock City now with a shots bar in place of the grotty old food bar, which just about makes up for the scantily-clad podium dancers...

Thankfully, other things don't change - DJ Mike Bottomley (aka Guinness Top) and the fat bloke who wanders around looking at the floor all night were both present and correct in Rock City, and the Salutation is still a great place for the consumption of cheap, honest pub grub and a great selection of beers and ciders to a hard rock soundtrack.

I watched Israel improbably resurrect England's chances of qualifying for next year's European Championships, I witnessed two friends "breakdancing" (i.e. rolling around on the floor) to Guns 'N' Roses's 'Paradise City' in the Rig, and I met someone who's a locum singer for Abba tribute bands around the country - not your common-or-garden weekend, really.

Pretty much the only down sides were yesterday's malingering hangover, and the awful watery post Rock City kebab from Antalya, but in fairness I should have known better.

Not long to wait until my next visit, either - just a fortnight away. Given that it'll involve meeting a couple of newborn babies in Long Eaton and going to a 1st birthday party in West Bridgford, I'm guessing that might be slightly more sedate, though...